Message-ID: <12111eli$9806121631@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12111.txt> From: lummoxx@my-dejanews.com Subject: POD: Orshalu Episode 2; Hatching Time (m/f, m/? anal, f/? anal) Newsgroups: alt.sex.cthulhu,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6lrhng$iab$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Orshalu -- Episode 2 -- Hatching Time by John Thomas <lummoxx@hotmail.com> NC-17 adult language m/f, m/? anal, f/? anal mind-control rape, no violence weird pregnancy and delivery *************** Without Episode 1, this story will make little or no sense. Contact (me) the author if you can't find it on alt.sex.cthulhu or alt.sex.stories.moderated, and I'll email you a copy. There's also an "Interlude 1" available by email that has medical and personal fill story belonging between the first two episodes, stuff that dragged the story down. *************** Hatching Time by John Thomas <lummoxx@hotmail.com> [Leandra is John Thomas's family doctor, and a former lover from college. She's been watching his pregnancy, running tests.] I ran my hand over my bulging belly. The unnaturally warm weather was holding -- in a normal November, Leandra's beach house would have been too cold to live in, and I couldn't afford anywhere else, not until the little ones were born and I could get a real job again. Soon, Leandra said. They'd be born soon. My nipples ached. Leandra had found me some oversized silk shirts to wear -- anything rougher caused my nipples to redden and ooze a thick green goo. My cock was almost as sensitive, and I'd had to improvise some silk loincloths to enclose my genitals. These last few days it had been easier to stay naked, standing or flat on my back, with nothing but air touching my nipples and my cock. Obviously, that wasn't going to work for long. A sudden sharp pain in my gut, and I gasped. Leandra looked up, startled, from her reading -- more ob/gyn case files. "Johnny?" "Wait. A. Minute." I tried panting -- it seemed to help. Another jab, "They're coming." More panting, but panicked, not therapeutic. "Lea, I can't _do_ this!" "Yes, you can. We can. We have to." She was next to me, helping me up onto my feet. "Let's get you into the delivery room." The beach house's largest bedroom, where Leandra stored the medical equipment she thought she'd need. The bed was firm, and covered with a waterproof sheet. I winced when my cock bounced against my legs as I walked. "There's liquid trickling down my leg. Do you think..." "I don't _know_. I saw what looked like a placental sac on the sonogram, but is your water going to break? Ask me after the delivery, when I look at the afterbirth." Once she settled me onto the bed, she wiped my leg. "Looks like it's coming from your cock. I'll put a sample with the others for the lab." I gasped again at a new pain. This time, she had a stopwatch at hand. She started timing, hung the watch around her neck. "Let me know when the next one comes." She scrubbed and gowned, her mask ready but not covering her face, not yet. The video recorder was running, and she was wheeling the sonogram over for a look when the air changed. "Leandra!" "Already?" She reached for the timer, then stopped, sniffing. "What's that? Ozone?" I gasped, "Door," then moaned. This wasn't just a pain; there was a wound opening in my belly, opening from inside. Coming out was a thin black blade, a claw. I expected blood, but there wasn't any. And my midsection had gone numb. Leandra whipped her head around, thinking I had seen a new door, but turned back around at my moan. She stood paralysed for a long moment, watching my baby free itself from my belly. With a gulp, she reached toward my opening abdomen. Movement into the room, and a hissing voice, "Sstand away from him, Doc-tor. Your help will not be needed." Leandra wheeled to face the intruder. "You know your offspring, but I know human medicine." "Yess. Perhapss you do." The voice -- I tried to lift my head to see the speaker. "Orshalu?" A sigh. "Be sstill, my Lummie. You need to be sstill. The little oness will hurt you unlesss we have care." Orshalu moved to where I could see her. She had changed since our encounter -- her face was pasty white, her eyes lackluster and shallow, and the once-active once-beautiful tentacles of her hair were still and dull. And under a loose, flowing gown, her belly bulged with her own pregnancy. Orshalu reached into me and drew out a squirming shape. "Doc-tor, you have ... sswaddling?" I could see its hair already moving on its own. My child. With tentacles. "Receiving blankets, sure. Let me clean him ... her? up, first." "_No_. The mucouss musst remain, for now." Orshalu handed the first little one to Leandra, who wrapped it. The second came as easily. Leandra had been ready for as many as four children, although she was using dresser drawers for cribs. The first child, mewling quietly, was nestled in safety, then the second. The third was... different, human looking. "John Thomass, thiss one is to sstay with you. It -- he -- will be human." Orshalu touched her own belly, "One of theese iss, too." Leandra cleaned up the human baby with no protests from Orshalu. He was breathing well -- no slap needed on _his_ bottom. She cradled him against her, wrapped, craning to see what Orshalu was doing to clean me up inside. "Doc-tor, put him down, help me." Orshalu scooped a great bloody mass out of my middle, put it into the basin Leandra held. "Now, hold John Thomass together while he healss." "Look, 'Orshalu,' that takes a long time, especially a ..." Leandra got quiet as the opening closed where the cut edges met, healing with only a thin red line showing. "Now what?" "Ah, wissdom at last." Orshalu patted Leandra on the shoulder. "You will take care of John Thomass, of the little human?" "Of course. What about right now?" "Theese little oness musst feed." Orshalu brought over my first-born, put its mouth against my distended nipple. Liquid gushed, and its release was a little orgasm. The tentacles tickled and caressed my swollen breast, coaxing the thick green goo out of me. I lay there, a child on each breast draining me, physically and emotionally. Leandra warmed a bottle of formula for the human child, but he wasn't interested yet. Orshalu removed the other two from my arms, put them back into their cribs. She took the human child from Leandra. "You are hiss human mate?" "I used to be, yes. Years ago." "Good. Mate with him." "_What_? He was just cut open and repaired. The strain..." Orshalu's voice took on a different tone, deeper and with undertones that throbbed in my (healed?) gut. "It musst be done, and now. Or he diess." Leandra looked dazed, a poor actor doing a zombie. "Yes." She shed her gown and other clothes. Her hand between my legs gave me a hard-on right away. She climbed onto the bed and knelt with one leg on each side of me, putting none of her weight on my now-empty belly. Leandra leaned down and sucked at my nipples. The green goo oozed out, smearing her face. Then she stretched up and kissed my lips, sharing the taste of my "milk" with me. It tasted like Orshalu had tasted -- salty and sweet. My hands steadied and supported Leandra as she backed up and lowered herself onto my hard-on. I came as soon as I was in her hole, and my nipples squirted at the same time. I didn't lose the hard-on; the same thing happened with Orshalu, didn't it? Leandra came, her muscles squeezed my cock tighter. Orshalu was out of my sight when something poked into my asshole. Leandra changed _her_ rhythm; was she moving to a different lover? The blankness in her face was gone, replaced by hunger, by lust. I held her up as she rode me, draining me of squirt after squirt of come until I was too sore to keep my erection. I wilted and fell out of Leandra's hole. Leandra shifted her weight, settling down beside me to snuggle. "Are you alright, Lea?" A soft smile, closed eyes, dreamy voice. "Mm. That was nice. That was..." the voice hardened and Leandra's eyes opened. "You let her do that to me." Orshalu's voice, "He wass not assked." "What did you shove up into me, bitch?" "You have sseen the ressult before -- you will bear children for uss as he doess." "And if I refuse?" Orshalu shrugged. "Refusse? How? It iss done." Leandra pulled herself out of my arms, stood up. "I'll have them cut out of me, out of John if you've put more up into him." I protested, "Lea, calm down. I'm sure ..." "I'm _not_ calming down. You were used, Johnny, and she tried to use me. _No._" A wooden chair was the best weapon Leandra could reach fast; she hefted it, getting between me and Orshalu, angling to cut Orshalu off from the infants as well. "We're not breeding machines for you. Get out of here, now. And don't come back." "My little oness come with me. They will die, here." "Take them, then. But get out." Orshalu cradled the little ones, one in each arm. I dragged myself to a sitting position. My middle didn't ache as much as I thought it would, but my muscles were still stretched and near-useless. "Wait. Lea..." Without taking her eyes from Orshalu, "John, she did something to my head so I had sex with you after I refused. She planted her offspring in me, probably a new batch in you. That's at _least_ sexual assault, maybe rape. I can't really blame _you_; she's had you witched for months. But not me, and not this damned breeding program." Orshalu nodded, "I go." She sidled toward the doorway, not trusting her back to Leandra. "Orshalu?" "Yess, John Thomass?" "You're pregnant. Are they mine?" Orshalu shook her head, "No. There wass another, before. Your friend." "Mark. Where is he? You took him through the door with you, didn't you?" "Yess. We did not know... he iss dead. We cannot live in the ssame world. But our little oness can." Leandra snarled and lifted the chair higher. Orshalu retreated with her little ones, leaving the room. 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