Patreon Story - Love Nest
The tale of a woman abducted by aliens and sold in a slave bazaar. For what purpose do they desire her? Only time will reveal her fate.
Excerpt:
...A bristly loop of metal and fiber was forced between my teeth and twined twice around my head, then neck, and back again to my gaped mouth. Only then did it dawn on me; a ring gag, a monstrous alien ring gag. The fibrous material cushioned the helix of metal against my gums and held it together as it expanded to the back of my throat. The tangles that bound my head and neck, were firmly affixed with a few quick jerks, and then I was allowed to rise above the muck again.
It took a few seconds to regain my breath after coughing the swill free. My composure was not however given a chance to return. A ring gag, why a ring gag? Why my mouth? Why me? What the hell did these monsters want? I looked up again after sputtering the last few drops of green-brown mud from my permanently open mouth. The monster stood over me, cylinder of a body tall and stocky. Fifty or more limbs, each subtly different, each with a unique purpose perhaps. The lower ones stocky, the upper ones thin.
A trio of eyes met my pair. I saw nothing in it's expression, but it seemed to see something in mine. An appendage rose from the lowest portion of it's body, thick and lumpy. It gracefully wove itself free from the drape of limbs while others rose to entwine me. I was lifted, just slightly, my head cradled, neck supported. I was drawn in, under, and towards the monster in the cradle of it's limbs. The large and lumpy limb rose, curved, and aimed toward my open mouth. Three fingers protruded like sausages from the tip, but between them was a glistening wet passage.
I tried to turn my head--but was held fast, and my mouth was as mentioned, locked open by the device. The appendage twitched and swelled before my eyes. A glistening sludge spewed from it, a disconcerting neon blue color. The aim was exact, the stream hit the back of my throat and rapidly filled my gaped maw. It tasted of bile, honey, sewage, and sea water. It was non-Newtonian in texture and as slippery as motor oil. Even without swallowing, it trickled freely down my throat no matter how hard I gagged.
That first pour was all I was given for now. A single throat full. I was held and caressed, rocked and cradled, almost child like, until the last of it had filled my stomach. It was swallow or drown, and even still much of it had made it's way into my lungs no matter how hard I held them shut. I was afraid, but what did it matter any way? Perhaps drowning in alien waste was preferable to what they had in store...