From the Abyss Part.04

   The night on the island is silent, well given Justin is stuck in a room inside the island that is not to be unexpected. He is stuck in a room by himself, O’Bleck and Dan taken elsewhere, and the girls taken to a boat exposed to the open on the other side of the island near a village for Frad’s “High Level Cultists”. The boat looks unassuming, however it is loaded with more gadgets than Frad’s armor. Justin lies back in the room on the cot his world has been turned upside down, again, this day. Not long ago he was a college student, he believed in the stories of ancient astronauts, cryptids, and lost civilizations of advanced technology. Approached by members of the cult he was shown real magic, and a summoned humunculas. It became his duty to stay near O’Bleck and report back to his superiors in the cult. This trip was going to be his delivering them, and joining the cultists on the sacred island.

 

   He glares at the ceiling with a snarled expression, instead it turned all around on him, the deaths, the creature, and the guy leading the order turns out to be some weird perverted collector of exotic animals or something and somehow O’Bleck was in on it? No matter how Justin turns it over it just doesn’t add up to what he had been told. He huffs a laugh in his throat, tricked, he had been tricked. Given what he learned today, there is some secret organization like on tv and the movies that knows about these creatures and uses all sorts of tricks, including turning people who encounter them or might be a threat into cultists to keep them quite. Cover up a conspiracy by creating a false conspiracy around it and having people try to cover that up more aggressively.

 

   As Justin looks around he knows that he knows too much. Maybe if he can get to a boat he can get to Puerto Rico and escape this madman, after all its clear he’s not on best of terms with the same organization that he’s in, given what happened with O’Bleck…It dawns on him that he has no allies on this island at all, its populated by cultists, by people he tried to sacrifice to a deep sea monster, and a man he outright shot. He has no choice but to try and get away.

 

   Justin is surprised to find that the door is unlocked and that there are no guards around. He can’t be certain where in the compound he is exactly but he’s certain if he keeps going up he will get out. He tries several doors mostly all locked, peeking in some windows he sees they are mostly labs, one with that segment of tentacle Frad cleaved off the monster in a stasis tube. Justin jumps back as when touching one door a green light flashes on the door. It’s a green holographic light of a stick person with a green circle around it. He hears the door unlock automatically. He opens it and steps into jungle.

 

   “Made it,” says Justin with a smile, that fades quickly as his eyes realize there is no moon or stars, there is a soft blue light coming from a high ceiling. The wall behind him curves off as he follows it coming to a video screen of a rock face covered in vines he realizes this must be the one way mirror, designed so the animals aren’t totally aware they are trapped.

 

   He freezes up as he hears rustling in the bushes, looking around he thinks he remembers this room on the tour. The Devil Wolf.

 

  “No, no, no, no, no, no,” whispers Justin slowly making his way back towards the door, remembering Frad’s words about this creature putting men and women under its spell.

 

  “there is no way I’m being fucked by a dog,” whispers Justine.

 

  “Beee miii valentiiiinnnneee,” says a sweet cute female voice in the bushes.

 

  Justin stops and stares into the bushes squinting his eyes trying to see who just spoke. He hears a buzzing sound as something flies through the branches as if circling him just beyond where he can see. He looks over at the door, and the mostly open space between him and it and takes a *gulp* before sprinting towards it. He stops dead in his tracks as something lands in front of him, he falls down and rolls tripping on his own feet.

 

   “Beee mmmiiiiieeee vallleeennntinnnne?” asks the creature again.

 

  Looking up its not some horrible beast, it looks like a woman, a naked pale skinned woman, soft white breasts with pink nipples, a cute innocent face with shoulder length brown hair, soft arms and hand. Long silky smooth legs…that end in black ridged claws…he looks at her face again, her eyes are solid blue oval orbs that have compound structures around the edges and blink with four sets of eyelids. She has no eyebrows and instead has two little blue dots on her forehead that he figures are also eyes. As she takes a step towards him he sees two pairs of insects wings on her back and off her backside rising above her buttocks like a tail is a round topped flat bottomed insect like abdomen, the top rounded part has black and yellow stripes like a bee, the underside which has a fleshy lace boarder between top and bottom is more flesh colored and lumpy like soft muscles. The very back however this female creature has a large black stinger.

 

  She reaches her hand down to him and says, “beee miiiinnnee valllennntinnne?”

 

  He starts to scoot back away from this creature, she buzzes loudly, her arm morph into a black claws, and her body, including her breasts shifts  into a smooth black and yellow striped carapace.

 

  Justin stops scooting and she shifts back.

 

  “s…sorry,” says Justin almost by reflex.

 

  Her smile is cute as she looks at him with her arm down. He takes a *gulp* and reaches up guessing this must be one of Frad’s intelligent prisoners just being nice to a fellow prisoner, and not really knowing how to speak. As he reaches on hand up, she then holds out both hands.

 

  “Must be weak,” he thinks, “she does look pretty frail.”

 

  So he holds out both arms for her to grab, instead she suddenly hops onto his body making him *oomph* from the sudden impact to his abdomen. He can feel that stinger part of her between his legs. Her wings *buzz* making her whole body vibrate on top of him. The sight of this cute woman ontop of him and her vibrating like that makes him start to become hard in his pants. She starts to shake her ass on him, grinding her pussy against his erect member separated from her by his pants and underwear. She *buzzes* again as though annoyed and says, “beee…miiiinnneee….beee miiii valeeeennntiiiinnne.”

 

    She rubs his chest through his shirt with her fingers, which find their way between the buttons on his shirt. She *buzzes* her wings and hops her hips on his lower body, her eyes rolled back and tongue sticking out as if they were having sex. She stops and has this confused look on her face. She practically smothers his mouth with her own forcing a very aggressive French kiss. Her saliva is sweet like honey, although he feels like he might drown in it. In fact he does start to *cough*.

 

   She leans back up and says, “beeee….ni…my….bee miiinnnee….vallll…”

 

   He can’t take it anymore, he knows what she wants, and right now screw where he is he wants it too, he hasn’t had any in two years…not counting that sea monster sucking him off and then about breaking his neck. He starts to unbutton his shirt, the bee girl looking on, she reaches down and rips his shirt open popping the remainder of the buttons. She jumps a little and looks at him with concern in her eyes.  He and leans up a little and reaches down between their legs. She starts to smile and hop a little as his hands brush past her bare pussy while he unties his belt.

 

   She looks down confused and forces him to lie back down as she suddenly gets up and twirls around, her stinger abdomen above his head. She sits like that hovering over him on all fours looking at his pants with the untied belt and partially open zipper and fly. She pulls back the flaps of his jeans and dives her head in sniffing around his crotch like a dog. With her body like this, that stinger abdomen looks like some decoration over her backside, taking a breath he dives in and gives her pussy a lick. She tenses up suddenly and *buzzes*, so he sucks on her pussy lips gently. She lets out a *moaning buzz*. Much to his surprise she starts to suck on his balls through his underwear and kisses up his underwear covered shaft. He can’t believe how painfully hard he is becoming from this. Her tongue finds its way under the elastic as his cock head tries to peek out and she licks around head. It has been so long that he nearly looses it from this alone. She puts her dainty lips around the tip and gently sucks on it pulling her head back a bit and loosing it a few times, as if trying to coax his cock out. He can’t stand it so he reaches in and yanks the elastic down freeing his cock and balls. His cock springs up at her surprising her.

 

   While he continues to eat out her incredibly sweet tasting pussy, not able to help himself from trying to lick the walls clean, her vibrating lower body tickling his tongue and telling him she’s enjoying it in her own way, she just looks at his cock a moment. She wraps her lips around the base near his balls and sucks gently, jabbing her hard tongue into the base. He has to admit this feels great, but not as great as lips wrapped around his cockhead would. She pauses, mouth still on his cock, making him pause his licking, face buried deep in her pussy in anticipation.    

 

     Suddenly she lunges and bites his underwear and pants, then backs off making an odd *buzzing mew* sound as though confused. Here it dawns on him, she doesn’t know what clothes are, she must think he’s been shedding or something. Wriggles as much as he can using his hands to try and pull his pants down some more from this angle. She puts her hand in his underwear and pants leg feeling the warmth of his body and hair. She nearly sticks her whole head in as she pulls from him, leaving a sweet sticky trail from his mouth that dribbles down his chin, neck, and chest. She pulls his pants down making an *amused* sound like she discovered some new game and leaves them stuck around his shoes which resist. She steps aside and sits on her knees looking at his feet. He sits up and pulls his shoes off making her jump back startled and *buzzing*, he pulls off his socks and everything else leaving only a t-shirt on that was under his buttoned shirt. She looks at the pile and then at him and grabs a large leaf from a nearby plant and drapes it over herself and lets it fall.

 

   Justin laughs at the sight, short lived as she comes over and reaches under his t-shirt forcing him to take it off too. Now she stands and looks at him, rather intently at his chest. With little pretense she starts to suck on one of his nipples making it erect. She moves to the other one, he’s afraid she’ll leave a hickey on his chest from such intense sucking. She pulls back and looks at them confused and moves down. By this time his throbbing cock, which has remained hard despite the pause has begun to leak precum. She is about to resume sucking his base when she pauses at the sight of the precum and licks it up, more comes and she licks that too. Without any other warning she engulfs his cock in her mouth and sucks, not like a proper blow job just sucking trying to get his precum out. She pulls back and licks the head around the hole like a lollypop and licks up and down the sides of his shaft sucking here and there. Justin hears something slight, like a distant singing.

 

   The bee girl pauses and turns her head, she must hear it too, is what occurs to Justin wandering what creature is doing that. She nods looking away at him.

 

   “Holy shit,” exclaims Justin as she nearly swallows his entire prick in one gulp. She sucks as she pulls her head back, trailing her tongue on the underside, and then dives back down his dick hitting the back of her throat. She continues this diving until he shoots his load down her throat. He *huffs* having never exploded like that before. She releases his surprisingly, especially to him, still hard prick as he falls back on his ass. As he lies back exhausted she mounts him, impaling herself on his cock.

 

  “no…” whispers Justin, “too…soon…”

 

  The bee girl and his prick have other ideas as she vibrates her body and hops on him. He has never been ridden like this before, she is hopping very rapidly with short hops, and he is just dead exhausted under her. He isn’t old, so he doesn’t know why his vision is starting to blur. He feels her sweet sticky fluids dripping from her pussy like a gooey stream over his palls, lower stomach, and inner thighs. He can’t feel his legs, even his balls feel numb, all he can feel is his perpetually erect dick sliding quickly into the warm nethers of this bee girl. He thinks he shot two more loads into her but can’t be certain as the rest of his body starts to feel paralyzed…that is when it dawns on him. She has paralyzed him, but he never felt the sting…maybe her pussy juice that he drank up or saliva, he can’t be certain of anything other than that she slows down and rests on his erect member and leans forward and says, “beee miiinnnee vallleeeennntiiineee,”

 

   She sucks her lips gently on his shoulder. He would wince if he could as the feeling of four needles shoot into his shoulder, his body mostly numb her barely feels it though. In her mouth four needles had shot out from the gums above and below her four canines and into his flesh.

 

 

   His eyes dilate and the world starts to spin. Her body armors up into the smooth black and yellow carapace, including her face, although it keeps its cute shape and her hair turns blond with black stripes. He might have expected antenna, if he were still lucid. However he can hear her clearly as she whispers in his ear in a clear voice, “be mine forever.”

 

     ******

 

   “We don’t owe him this much!” shouts Juan pacing in his hut in front of his beautiful Hispanic wife.

 

   “We owe him our lives,” she says in protest.

 

  “Our lives?” says Juan, “our lives? I risk my life for that man, Hermenez and Ron are dead now! Right now an Old One is out in that ocean pissed off because Prof. Frad is cockblocking it. I am expected to help capture that damned thing; that thing that killed Hermenez and Ron, I would be dead too.”

 

  He lifts his shirt to reveal his bandaged and horribly bruised chest, “I am lucky, I am lucky to have two broken ribs, a fractured sternum, and so many cruises. Hermenez and Ron were horribly killed. Two men I’ve known since I was a little baby!”

 

  His wife looks away.

 

  “Oh,” says Juan, “you don’t want to hear how my two best friends, who we have both known in this village all our lives were horribly killed? Aye? How Hermenez was fucking eaten alive, and Ron beaten about and crushed. Or…or how about how both men were then brought back to life with no memory of being killed, only to be killed again in front of everyone on the main island? I was there both time; and both times I got lucky. I was lucky I was thrown into the ocean alive, I was lucky I landed on a grass roof. I was lucky I spent my whole life in the sea, I was lucky I am strong like my father, I am lucky to be alive, and you think…”

 

   “Those are all you,” she says, “not me, this is my body…”

 

  Juan actually growls, he has never before been so tempted to strike a woman, he clintches his fist, “what…what we owe Frad, is us, what he did was for both of us. I made a deal with that man, he told me it would be me who risking his body not you..”

 

  “It’s not,” she starts with a low voice.

 

 

  “It’s not what?” asks Juan, “it’s not a risk? That my wife, my first and only love in my entire life, who we vowed to each other and only to each other was fucked by a dog in front of those Americans! Oh, and that’s not it of course, no, you were not just in some disgusting donkey show for dumb tourists. Oh I’d be pissed about that make no mistake! No, it’s worse, yes? You are going to have puppies? Yes, that dog fucked my wife, and no my wife is going to have puppies for Frad.”

 

   “Juan,” says his wife nearly in tears.

 

  He sits down, “What about us?” he asks, “do we have to worry now that our child, our own little boy or girl is going to be a werewolf? Or that you might become a werewolf, or the next time we make sweet passionate love that I’m going to become a werewolf?”

 

   Juan gets up and paces, “We…we have to leave…he’s not our savior…he’s a madman. I’ve seen what he has in that compound, now he risks all our lives, uses us, to catch that sea monster.”

 

  “Where can we go?” asks his wife who then holds her stomach, “and what about…”

 

  “I…I…don’t know,” says Juan, “but…I…I’ll raise whatever you have,” he knows better, knows what he heard the guard who was on the tour tell him; how Juan’s wife was there, and what Frad had said about the monster dog.

 

  She smiles holding her stomach.

 

  “We get off the island,” he says, “first chance we get, I know some guys that will help us, while Frad is busy with this sea monster.”

 

   He had been planning an escape for some time now; his wife being involved in this the breaking point for him to hurry it up.

 

     ******

 

    O’Bleck is lead into a control room by an armed guard. The guard leaves him in the room alone with Frad who is sitting before many monitors.

 

  “So what is it now?” asks O’Bleck, “to force me from that dismal room at 3am?”

 

  “This,” says O’Bleck indicating a monitor showing Justin trying to put his clothes back on in a half asleep daze and standing near him is a female shaped creature with a black and yellow bee like carapace.

 

   “You have involved the boy in your perverted experiments?” asks O’Bleck, “if this is some twisted attempt to get me on your side by feeding the kid that shot me to one of your pets?”

 

  “Come now,” says Frad, “give me some credit, you’d see through something like that immediately, and neither did I…feed him…to this creature. He just wandered into the inclosure.”

 

   “How could he do that when you had just locked in our rooms?” asks O’Bleck

 

  “Didn’t even try the door,” sighs Frad, “why would I lock you in, when there is no where you can escape to. Even if you found a way out of the compound, you’d still be on an island inhabited by people who practically worship me. Besides if I locked you in, I’d never see what might happen if one of you wandered into a creature pin. This kid has accomplished something I’ve never accomplished under controlled conditions.”

 

  On the monitor the creature is kissing and licking on Justin’s face and hugging on him.

 

  “What…” says O’Bleck looking at the creature closely, “what is that thing anyway? I’ve never seen a humanoid arthropod that was bee like before…strange.”

 

   “A queen,” says Frad.

 

  “queen of what?” asks O’Bleck

 

 “Demon Wasps, Legion Bees,” says Frad, “when she proves me correct we will have to reorganize both creatures as merely the drones of this one creature, all part of the same hive.”

 

  O’Bleck looks thoughtful.

 

  “Don’t tell me you don’t know what those are?” asks Frad.

 

  “I am an expert on the Hyperboreans and the ancient hominids born from their genetic research,” says O’Bleck.

 

  “Fine,” says Frad, “they are inter-dimensional insects, that occasionally show up in our world, usually in the deep jungles or deserts around the world. The Legions Bees build hives but a queen has never been found, like they were setting up for her arrival. The Demon Wasps are vicious hunters, usually showing up in similar locations, but tend to have small nests and after some large hunts…say a small town’s worth, or mutilating some cattle, they retreat back into their own dimension. During a recent hive removal in Brazil my instruments intercepted this one’s dimensional rift and I was able to capture her. It can even change its shape to nearly human, possibly completely human later in life; what I caught is no doubt a young queen on her way to a new hive, the monstrous hornet like guards with her were certainly a challenge to fight. Now I have tried to breed her with various creatures, they tend to either try and fight…or she kills and eats them…humans tend to fall into that latter category. So mark me astonished when the silent alarm for its enclosure woke me up to find her not eating him, but fucking him instead. That boy must be quite the lady’s man, *laugher*.”

 

    “What now?” asks O’Bleck.

 

  “Now I test another hypothesis, you see in the hives, the larger ones, we would sometimes find an odd paste deep inside in a pool, a protein rich paste that always puzzled us as the bees never collected anything rich in protein and many hypothesizes were made. I however believe the demon wasps we would find in small numbers in these larger hives; although Elaine Maximof always insisted they just came from the same dimension and the wasps were being parasitic inside the hive, were the providers of the paste, meant for the queen or the queen’s eggs perhaps. Also something we’d find in some of the mutilated cattle that would be taken away and dropped back into our world, eggs, eggs inside the carcass.”

 

   He zooms the camera in, “look there.”

 

  Poking out of the queen’s pussy is a cone like blue phallus. It looks more like a slightly curved and segmented pointed tipped sex toy than anything else.

 

  “B. Mai Valentine looks to have developed an ovipositor,” says Frad.

 

 “What?” asks O’Bleck.

 

  “the thing insects lay eggs with,” says Frad.

 

“Not that,” says O’Bleck, “I know what an Ovipositor is, you just said some weird name or

something.”

 

  Frad Taps the monitor which displays a name under it *B. Mai Valentine*.

 

 “I gave it that name,” says Frad, “as it’s close to the phrase it says,”

 

 

 “It speaks?” asks O’Bleck.

 

  “Sort of,” says Frad, “So far I’ve picked up the words, Be…or B.E.E…given the way it talks but the phrase matches B.E. better, My, Mine, and Valentine…and tonight it spoke a new word…kind of disturbingly in a clear voice instead of its cartoon like bug voice…forever.”

 

  A chute opens in the enclosure.

 

  “Here we go,” says Frad, “feeding time…or perhaps something else.”

 

  The chute opens and a cow is prodded into the enclosure.

 

  “To begin,” says Frad, “you saw the Alraune correct?”

 

  “the one you had a man fucking…” says O’Bleck

 

  “I am no pervert,” says Frad, “sexual activity keeps an Alraune in a state where it produces a protein rich nectar, I found the bee and the Alraune got along, the bee in fact would try to feed from the Alraune and the Alraune welcomed it. However the Bee was also hungry for protein, and preferred a paste form. So I kept the Alraune in a state where it produced such a paste, a protein rich and sugar filled nectar, perfect food.”

 

  “So why the cow?” asks O’Bleck

 

 “Watch,” says Frad.

 

 As the cow enters the area, Valentine (the bee-girl), is trying to brush Justin’s hand against her penis like ovipositor, coaxing him to wrap his hand around it and stroke it. In his drugged state he can barely manage that after just barely getting some clothes back on. Valentine stops upon hearing the cow moo loudly and drops Justin’s hand away. She flies through the air and spots the cow, landing on its back while hovering she moves back on its body as though testing the cow’s reactions, ready to fly away at a moment’s notice. She moves behind it, and grips its body with her arms and legs and hovers. The cow moos in protest but doesn’t seem too phases thanks to being raised by humans. It however starts to buck as she stabs her feet and claw hands into its flesh. Ignoring it and using her wings to steady herself she jabs her phallic ovipositor into the cow’s large pussy. She proceeds to rape the cow with wild mad incredibly fast thrusts of her body making an insane buzzing sound the whole time. The cow actually seems to calm down and accept it, as if hypnotized by the buzzing. Valentine makes a shriek of a sound as a huge gush shoots from her pussy. She unhooks her claws from the cow’s bleeding flesh and flies off, minus one phallic ovipositor.

 

   “As I thought,” says Frad zooming.

 

  “Thought what?” asks O’Bleck, “that it would fuck a cow?”

 

  “That wasn’t fucking,” says Frad, “in my investigations I found that their native dimension is home to gargantuan warm blooded animals, like mammalian caterpillars that smell just like cows and make a similar sound. I believe they may act like parasite wasps, laying eggs in their flesh in soft spots or openings they make. Unfortunately for the cow that happened to be this rather…tender spot. You see I believe some of the mutilations are from the larva hatching and eating parts of the cow’s body, around the reproductive organs, anus, utters, or face depending on where they laid their eggs. These eggs always hatch into demon wasps, which are food finders, so who knows how complex this whole thing really is. I thought it would do this to the kid after mating and biting him. Heh, learn something new with every encounter.”

 

  O’Bleck is disgusted and leaves. Outside the guard is waiting, “take me back to my room please, I’m just going to pretend this was a nightmare.”

 

  “Understood,” says the guard with a tinge of remorse in his voice.

 

  Valentine returns to Justin and back to hugging and kissing on him, shifting her hands to more human like and holding his like some love struck school girl and says, “Miiinneee, vallennntinnne….

 

   As Frad watches he says aloud, “I wander how it learned English words…especially since I found it in Brazil.”

 

    ******

 

    (Lament not the creature called man, for man is a beast that wallows through an endless cycle of creation, destruction, amnesia, and pity. Throughout man’s long forgotten history he has risen to great heights despite the plagues, wars, and natural disasters that would make mankind fall before. In these times man is not content to be the creator of his own destiny, to reach for the stars, and a find a wondrous peace through unity in preservation of the future. No, mankind becomes the engineer of his own destruction, creating the horrors that would haunt the nightmares of the next age of man. I have seen it before, and I am seeing it again; help me.)

 

 

 

     The early morning of the compound a living hell comes to the island. The ground shakes, the people flee from the shore trying to get as high into the small mountains as they can, knowing escape could never come. Surrounding the island are eight great pillars now, the tentacles of an inconceivably huge creature reaching from beneath the seabed into the clouds. Anyone seeing it need only imagine it closing these tentacles and engulfing the island in its entirety. As if this were not enough, in this morning a great blue light shone across the island, a moment of time stolen. What events transpired therein are unknown, save that Liz and Frankie vanished from the boat where they were being held, and all the doors and windows of the enclosures of the beasts in the compound have opened. Monsters have been freed. The prisoners of the island freed. Frad has his army, the helmet missing as a moment before something resembling a cross between a crab and a clam that oozes a green slime attacked them forcing Frad to kill as its acid ate away at his helmet. O’Bleck and Dan are with him, Frad’s men scattering, their screams heard through the compound as hungry and vicious creatures attack them. The most secure route, according to Frad is the most unlikely one, the tram ride’s path, leading from the depths of the compound to the cove. However he is not going that way, instead going deeper into the island as the massive tentacles have entered the cove and sunk the research ship. They reach into the compound searching. It is because of this that the creatures are all trying to claw through the various escape paths, entrances for exhibits and such that honeycomb the island, trying to head for the surface.

 

   None of the creatures should have still been in their enclosures, save for one, and that one surprises them. As they pass the open enclosure of the Alraune, the one way mirror missing the flower strikes from the ground like a giant snake with a fat root for a body. This enclosure had been deep to accommodate this large subterranean body. It a slash the flower grabs up Dan, its root body snaking into the tram tunnel and coiling up. Dan’s legs dangle in protest from the closed petals. Inside the green skinned humanoid part wraps her arms around him, crushing his face against her bosom and slurps her body down into her own root system pulling Dan with it.

 

  O’Bleck screams for his lost friend.

 

  “He’s gone!” shouts Frad as the walls shake, parts of the ceiling collapsing as the Alraune, demonstrating just how strong its petals really are bores into the ceiling like a sandworm tunneling to the surface.

 

  He practically drags O’Beck into the depths of the compound, through a door that only unlocks via his genetic signature. Past white walled tunnels they enter a strange structure below the island, technology more advanced than anything O’Bleck has ever seen. Frad opens a room filled with green fluid filled containers connected to tubes, inside are human fetuses, or at least look human, O’Bleck assertion that are human dies immediately upon seeing an ovoid stasis pod with a woman inside, her skin a light green and glowing, her eyes shut, she has dragonfly like wings and a dragonfly tail, but otherwise seems human.

 

  The chaos above is lost to O’Bleck, not even paying attention as Frad operates machines with flashing screens reading (Escape Pod activated, collecting samples now) and the fetus pods being taken via the machines to another room.

 

  “What is this?” asks O’Bleck.

 

  “Keracoptera,” says Frad, “you know, those women who turn into dragonfly monsters around their late thirties or so…heh…this is what a full grown one looks like. We have only ever seen them during their larval phases…larva that can reproduce…not unheard of in the animal kingdom, given how vicious these are when they start to metamorphose.”

 

  O’Bleck is well aware of what these are, anyone in the foundation would be as they are on the emergency list for contact a kill or containment group. The women turn cannibal, undergo hideous mutations, and kill anyone or anything near them. A creature that is hard to track as they can have children well before their monstrous nature is revealed.

 

   “My greatest prize,” says Frad, “no one ever keeps the molting nymphs alive, they always get put down, or frozen as they claim till a cure is found…they pretty much just put them out of their misery as they say. But this, this is a full grown one, fully sane, sentient, immortal, and with godlike powers.”

 

  O’Bleck shoots him a look, “then how’d you catch it.”

 

  “I didn’t.” admits Frad, “I found her like this, right here in fact. I adapted the technology of this place to suit my needs; including my suit. Learned how it works, and kept the queen or whatever it is here in stasis so I could harvest her DNA to revitalize this nearly extinct race. They were the royal family and their guards during the third quantum age of man in this part of the world; just waiting down her for tens of thousands of years for me to find this remarkable facility, the floating island trapped in the gulf when central America formed blocking off its predetermined route, forcing it to settle on the bottom here.”

 

   The room shakes as tentacles come smashing in through the walls, some wrapping around the stasis pod.

 

  “No!” screams Frad, just as Paramalia emerges from the floor behind the stasis pod.

 

  “How…” starts O’Bleck.

 

  “Astral Matter,” says Frad with an extremely serious look on his face, “but…damn!”

 

  In a flash his jets shoot him across the room towards a door, tentacles rip up the floor missing him as he enters an escape pod. The tentacles surround the room, but this pod does not fly, a swirl of blue sparkling lights and the pod teleports many thousands of miles away.

 

  One of Paramalia’s bodily tentacles shoots out and wraps around O’Bleck. She coils to the front of the stasis pod and whispers, “awaken my priestess.”

 

  The instruments on the pod light up and the eyes of the Keracoptera open.

 

  ******

 

  Even as the giant tentacles retreat back into the sea Juan runs, runs with his wife behind him. They stop dead in their tracks however as the devil wolf emerges from the forest in front of them. Juan has no time to react as the pheromone being emitted from its cheeks over takes him on the breeze. He falls to his hands and knees, huffing, trying to resist. Behind him his wife is sitting on the ground in a trance. The beast approaches him, sniffing him and with its teeth grabs and rips his pants apart. He is paralyzed, his eyes wide as he tries to fight the animal’s control. The overwhelming feeling of resigning himself takes complete control as it starts to lick his ass cheeks. A few moments later the howls of man and beast could be heard through the dense forest.

 

    ******

 

    “Where am I?” wanders Dan inside his head, unable to open his eyes.

 

  His body feels tight, something is wrapped around him, a soft warmth like a liquid over his body, yet he can breathe. His body is pressed up against something, something he is tied to, something warm and inviting, his arms are around it, tied together however trapped in this embrace, and something more, a tight warmth around his dick. Yes, this is a woman’s body, he can feel the breasts pressed into his chest. His dick is inside this mystery woman, but in a very strange position. His legs are tied open and around her legs which are tightly held together, he has heard of people making love like this, but never tried it. He feels a softness on his lips, the woman is kissing him gently, tenderly. As his mind awakens he kisses back and tries to open his eyes. His lips are met with a soft *giggle* followed by the mystery woman teasing the tip of his tongue with her own, playing a sensual game with him. He is unable to see her, a blindfold of some sort is around his head. Her pussy is pumping without her body moving, as he becomes more lucid his mind moves from his dick which would have him not question a thing as it is gently and earnestly milked and towards wandering where he is and why this is happening.

 

    He tries to feel with his feet as best he can, her lower body feels like it is inside some sort of large bag tightly wrapped around her legs, with no feeling of knees or anything other than this tree trunk like stalk…and then it hits him, he was snatched up by the plant woman creature. He tries to struggle, to pull away. She lets out a surprised and sad sounding *yelp*. The lower body changes into human like legs and wraps around his waist, she wraps her arms tightly around him and holds his head still next to hers. She sounds like she’s crying, making him feel profoundly guilty, especially given that even while startled this being is still milking his cock.

 

   “I won’t hurt you,” she whispers surprising him.

 

 The warm liquid around him feels to be draining away and his feet lower, standing on something that feels soft and bouncy. He hears something around him rustle and then the warm sun and cool sea breeze on his body. The vines retreat, including the one around his eyes. He sees before him a beautiful woman with green skin and dark green eyes and hair. They are standing in a giant red rose, massive green leaves around it, and some long and intertwined thorn covered vines around them as well. Back in the compound the Alraune looked simpler, a simpler and much smaller flower design, the kind that could snap him rather than needing to corkscrew to open and close like this one would.

 

  “Natural sunlight,” says the Alraune in her soft seductive voice, “and good rich soil, plenty of prey to catch.”

 

   He notices some of the vines are in bunches wrapped around something, he *gulps* and hopes it animals and not people.

 

  “the bees have brought me fish and goats in the hopes I would open soon, maybe create more buds.”

 

   Despite the vines being released from his body, with his shredded clothing, she is still holding him in her vice like grip. His arms are free to feel around her back, which she welcomes by pressing firmly into him, hugging him. His hand finds something odd, a tube going from her lower back, looking down her sees that it goes into the plant, and there are two more that connect further up her back. His inadvertently squeezes the lower tube, her pussy gushes and tightens around his cock and she thrusts her hips forward knocking him on his ass inside the flower cup. In the fall, and now sitting, his meat is implanted deeper inside her. Her face flushes a bright flowery pink. Although he imagines this like the inside of a predatory plant, the thought quickly vanishes as she bounces on his cock. With the squishy surface beneath them it’s like fucking on a waterbed.  As she *mews* softly and bounces on his cock he decides to take one of those dark green tits in his mouth and suck. He nearly chokes as a sweet citrus juice shoots down his throat surprising him, yet its familiar somehow.

 

  “what…” he starts before she speaks up while pressing his head towards her tit,

 

“I…hmm…fed..you…my…juice…kept you…mmm…healthy..alive…healed…you…younger…stronger….ehe…ehe…”

 

  She is bouncing harder now, his cock rising to explode. He can feel it, his body has lost its aches, its pains, even scars are gone. He is like he was in his twenties. With this vigor of youth he thrusts his hips meeting her down stroke, surprising her in a wonderful way. They fuck like young lovers in heat, their cries of passion echoing across the hillside. Just as he explodes inside her, and her body coats his lap in sticky love juices they are interrupted by a loud buzzing sound.

 

  The Alraune rises off of Dan quickly. As she stands a green membrane forms from the edges of the flower cup to around her waist, trapping him around her legs. He hears something thud and the screams of a goat amongst a loud rustling sound before the goat sound stops. The membrane is thin enough that he can see some light and a shadow as the buzzing thing lands, a bee woman like shape. It sits on the membrane and suckles at the Alraune’s breasts. The Alraune sprinkles a light pollen dust from her exhaled breathes onto Valentine, barely noticeable. Valentine licks between the breasts with her long purple tongue and down the abdomen, licking up the remnants of the healing fluids she was in earlier, before going up to the other tit. The Alraune’s face suddenly become pink, as Dan in an inspiration of sexual mischief licks around her pussy and teases her clit with his tongue. He doesn’t know why he felt inspired to do this rather than stay as hidden as possible from the bee girl above him; perhaps youthful hormones combined with the fact he’s never been in a threeway before. It is new to the Alraune as well as the man she saved is stimulating her intimate blossom while a Bee-girl drinks from her tits. She can’t help it and orgasms. Below Dan gets a faceful of her sweet sticky love juices, glad that the creature above can’t see him at all thanks to the trick of light. The edges of the blossom above the membrane leak out a golden nectar as she orgasms. Valentine is ecstatic and drinks it up, palmfulls at a time, practically rolling in the honey sap, almost coating her body in it, and shoving some of it into her pussy with her fingers before flying off to share it with her lover back in her growing hive.

 

   The membrane opens and Dan just looks up at the flush face green woman with a wide grin. She smiles down at him, as she phases into the soft tissue below them, the tubes from her back detaching and vanishing into the sides as her legs connect and form into a stalk, then up to her chest, her free. She rubs his calves with her hands and smiles at him, mischief in her eyes. He parts his legs as she moves forward, as if the membrane below them were liquid to her. She rubs his legs as he face approaches his once again erect cock. She engulfs his whole cock in one gulp, as her hands massage his legs, her breasts dipping in and out of the lower membrane as she bobs her head on his shaft. Just as he is cumming, looking up at the darkening sky, his thrown back, she stops and he looks concerned as the blossom above folds up engulfing them in darkness.

 

  “Night has come,” she says as the inside of her body glows green so he can see.

 

  She moves back from him as he suddenly falls into a green glowing liquid through the membrane. On instinct he tries to hold his breath, she locks her mouth around his and forces the liquid into his lungs, a strange liquid be can breathe. She wraps her arms around him, and various green smooth vine like tubes come from the walls and below among the bubbles to wrap around him, tying him to her like he was not but an hour and a half ago, maybe, he is not sure how long they were fucking, but he knows he hasn’t been awake very long. She holds his head next to hers and whispers as she falls asleep and everything goes dark she whispers in his ear, “I will never let the monsters hurt you.”

 

    ******

 

    During the last few days things have calmed down on the island, save that the island has rise from the water by some distance expanding the length of the beach by a few dozen yards. The men are busy building new docks and constructing a temple for Paramalia. In one of the huts there is a young red haired girl who has no idea how she ended up here. One moment she is partying at the beach in the Bahamas, the next she is waking up on a beached boat on this island with no memory of anything inbetween. A rather handsome young man has offered to let her stay awhile until the docks are repaired. Although she is in total disbelief she is still on Earth and thinks they are just being nice to her and she got lost in the Bermuda Triangle. After all she has seen the giant flowers visible from the beach, been told to stay inside at night as strange creatures are roaming the island, not to mention the giant octopus woman they are building a temple for at the sea side that isn’t exactly being secretive about her presence; although the man she is staying with insists she stays out of sight as the sea goddess has a thing for beautiful women. As this young lady lounges by a window she unaware of the things watching her from the trees, giant grey colored thin bodied cockroach like creatures that are keeping guard over her.

 

     ******

 

    The lab is now empty, many of the creatures escaped onto the surface. The guards died in battle against a few of the smaller predators, and some of the supernatural creatures killed some of the others during the escape. The body of a cockatrice killed by a Parasite Snake, some Dodos killed and eaten by the Devil Wolf, Frad killed the Acid Clam himself, however most of the denizens here found their ways to the surface or the sea, a few others were sent to the surface and away from the island thanks to the technology being operated by the Keracoptera who also reactivated the artificial island’s hyper stone system allowing it to float and move about like a massive ship. The compound above the ancient structure is slowly being converted into a hive. Some giant bees are spreading honeycomb wax on the walls, the queen has just returned and been cleaned off and out by her attendant bees and Justin, some of the honey a special honey pot for him to drink from her, the rest taken by the attendant bees to a clutch of golf ball sized eggs in a cooler that has been ripped from the boat and been made into an egg carriage. Valentine kisses on Justin turning her back to him. He knows what this means as a phallic egg sack emerges from her pussy. He reaches around and gives it a few strokes before plunging his fingers under it massaging her sweet spot at its base inside her making her moan as her fluids drip on his fingers.

 

     A demon wasp separates from those returning with a catch of fish and lands on Valentine’s stomach. It grasps the phallic egg sack in its claws while licking Valentine’s clit with its long proboscis. Justin reaches around with his free hand and rubs her carapace covered breasts which soften and form tits so he can pinch and tease her nipples for her pleasure. While she turns her head back and moans, her wet pussy squeezing around his fingers, he hears that *pop* and gush of sticky fluids over his hand as the egg sack is released. The demon wasp carries the stinger like egg sack away, ever since the first ones hatched and very quickly matured from the cow, which is little more than nothing now as even the bones have been ground up into a paste for Valentine to consume and share with Justin, the wasps have harvested two more of these egg sacks from her and carried them off to stab into other animals or leave near chicken coops and such on nearby islands. Those demon wasps that survive somehow can navigate their way back to their queen. Justin comes around and puts his hands between her legs as her continued moaning tells him something more is coming, two marble sized eggs, the ones the worker bees are hatching from and growing to maturity in only three days, and three more golf ball sized ones, which any of have yet to hatch. Something else is coming, something new as she strains, her long tongue jutting from her mouth, a baseball sized egg lands in Justin’s hand. He presents the egg to Valentine who takes it and places it on a pillow by her throne, made of beeswax and out really more of a loveseat couch sort of thing for her to lie on when in the hive. When she stands next to it and says, “Beee miiiieeee valllennntiiinnne,” or something close to that as her cute voice tends to stretch the words out differently each time, Justine knows to take his clothes of an lie down on it for her to “play” with his body and fuck him. He never knows what form she’ll do it in either, human like tends to be for fun and foreplay, full carapace just to fuck him to get pregnant. If he could keep his mind from being fuzzy longer than a few hours each day, he isn’t really sure how much time has passed, he might ponder if she does it differently to produce different kinds of eggs.

 

    ******

 

   -one year later-

 

   Near the village a temple has been built, a canal dug from the sea into it with large stones for a throne. A wooden passage going along either side and behind the throne for attendants to walk on. Paramalia rests here now, holding in her arms Liz and Frankie. A young red haired woman, is carrying a tray food on it for the three women. Paramalia reaches up between Liz and Frankie as they rest her arms with her tentacles latching onto their breasts and drinking the milk they produce. Paramalia gestures for the red haired girl to step forward. She sets the tray down and exposes her breasts. Paramalia leans over and takes them daintily in her lips and drinks from her breasts as well. These three women are not as they once were. Liz is developing a shark like dorsal fin and parts of her skin have become blue and smooth. Frankie’s legs are becoming covered in red crab like armor; Paramalia knows that soon they will both form cocoons and transform into new creatures; thus is the side effect of her impatience, to make them high priestesses by pumping her essence into them making them like daughters to her rather than simply alter their biochemistry to produce milk; however as she is new to this world she needed priestesses anyway; at least that is what she tells herself. Although she suspects in her loneliness upon awakening to a dead kingdom she transformed the first lovers she came across into her own kind. Even though she has found one of her own ancient priestesses, alive and well, the Keracoptera, Priestess Alana of the third age of mankind, the first of her kind, mother of the Keracoptera race, Paramalia wanders as does Alana if Liz and Frankie shall be the first of two new races as well, as were many of the high priestess of the Ancient Gods who came from the darkness.

 

   Elsewhere on the island Juan and his wife are living happily, in their house filled with slowly aging pups, aging as slow as human children. The Devil Wolf shares their home, living with them both, guarding the pups, and enjoying its self with the man or woman of the house as it pleases. The beast revealing its trickery after some months, that it can speak, it can think, and it can even take on a human form, something the foundation never knew about the Devil Wolves as they are suspicious secretive creatures. Even the village only thinks of it as a beast, as it only reveals its true nature alone in their home at night.

 

   High upon the hill of the floating island Dan has earned the trust of the Alraune, whose name is Mary. She allows him to wander freely, he even left the island to return with building materials. He has constructed a green house so she can have someplace to retreat into other than beneath the ground when she dislikes the weather. He has built a home nearby, insisting he cannot stay inside her all the time, he needs exercise, and freedom. She has reluctantly agreed although she feels her body’s fluids should be enough for him; but she knows that he wants to take care of her too. Their children, if he can even think of them that way, have begun to appear across the hill side, an array of flower types. Although he suspects even if they seeded into different spots, that they have all become connected beneath the surface via a growing root system and share a collective consciousness; even if different ones have different personalities and preferences they share the same memories. Dan is glad botany was his minor, allowing him to accept that despite having a human like part to their bodies, that the Alraune is essentially a plant; with all the weirdness that comes with that.

 

   Beneath the ground, the compound that takes up much of one side of the island has become a bee hive. Valentine rules with her lover Justin deep inside. The villagers do not fear the demon wasps that go out into the sea to capture fish or wander to nearby islands for prey as Paramalia and Valentine negotiated a peaceful existence; that Valentine could negotiate at all would have been a bigger surprise to Justin if he hadn’t spent a half lucid year as her personal sperm bank and sex toy realizing she is intelligent and cunning; just with a strange naïve and innocent quirk.

 

  All of this has been catalogues by one man, O’Bleck. Captured by Paramalia he was forced to serve her for several months building the temple until he managed to sneak away and hide among the hills. He has been scrounging parts from the compound, something that has become harder as the compound has become less a human construction and more a bee hive as the parts are removed and tossed into the sea and surrounding areas for the hive to thrive. The working and on land abandoned parts are what he has scavenged this day. It is finally done, he has fixed up a laptop from the compound and built a satellite dish. Carefully placing it on the rock edge outside the cave he is hiding in, he types and talks into a microphone.

 

  “Prof. O’Bleck?” says a surprised woman looking at him through the webcam.

 

  “Dr. Elaine Maximof,” says O’Bleck, “thank God I got through. All our security precautions are a bitch to deal with, with scrounged up parts.”

 

  “I’d imagine so,” says Elaine, “you look like hell…Prof. Frad said you were killed when his island compound was compromised. We were forced to mark the island as a red zone. Not easy given its location.”

 

   “that bastard said I was dead?,” says O’Bleck, “get me out of here and I’ll tell you everything.”

 

  “Tell me everything,” comes a woman’s voice.

 

  “Who’s that?” asks Elaine, “Prof. O’Bleck?...Tom…who…”

 

  O’Bleck is just staring straight ahead as Alana the Keracoptera has landed right in front of his cave blocking him in.

 

  She picks up the laptop and turns it around.

 

  “Who are you?” asks Elaine, “…and what are you?”

 

  “An exchange of information,” says Alana, “you give me that rapist bastard Frad…tell me all about your little foundation, and I’ll tell you all about me…and everything Frad did to me…and had going on here…”