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Once the operation is completed she will be forced to engage in sex regularly or die a horrible death. (M/f-teen, nc, sci-fi) *** Author Note: This is all pure fiction, the figment of a peculiar mind (You don't honestly believe it's real do you?) So no characters in it are based on people, or organisations, either living or dead. Don't flame me if you don't like my style, I'm still learning the craft. Email me if you have constructive criticism, or if you like it and want more. . I'd followed the subject for a while. She was perfect for my plans. Pretty, gregarious, everybody's friend. About fifteen I thought. You know, the cheerleader type. Not that that mattered of course. Her looks would come in handy later but not just yet. First I had a job to do. I am a cross between a Zoologist, a Geneticist and a pure Biologist. A bit of a maverick in the normal circles of academe. My specialty is reptiles. I had once created a snake that shot a hallucinogenic drug into its victims rather than a poisonous venom. It achieved the same effect as the poison on its normal prey, they were just swallowed alive instead of dead, tripping all the way. It was neat. Word got around so I soon got to do some paying work, mainly for pharmaceutical companies. They wanted to develop a snake that could both manufacture the drugs and inject them all in one package. I was rather surprised that people would allow snakes to bite them. It must be the power of the white coat that kept them docile as the snake struck. I also did some research of my own, on the side. My personal experiments had reached the point where I needed an assistant. Which is why I'd chosen my particular partner with care. Not that I informed her of course. The explanations I would leave until after I had included her in my experiment. I'd been watching her for a while and I had logged her movements. Most of the time she was moving around in zones with high pedestrian traffic, which would have made my plan complicated. Fortunately, she usually cut through an alley, on her route to school. So I waited there. The alley itself was between two large warehouses. I had managed to pry open one of the side doors and I was waiting within, hidden in the shadows by the partially open door. I watched her go by and immediately moved out into the alley. A quick glance showed me that we were alone. I pounced on her and dragged her into the warehouse. A quick wrathful of the chloroform soaked rag and she fell limply into my arms. I had no time to lose. I quickly pulled up her skirt and tugged her panties down and off. Her slot was tiny and, unsurprisingly, dry. I brought out the canister from my pocket and feverishly unscrewed the top. She was starting to murmur, she was coming round. I fished out the snake which was writhing madly with the genetically inbred scent of pussy in its nostrils. I placed its head again her slot. It twisted briefly then inserted its head. Smoothly it slid from my fingers just as she came round. She started to scream but I put my hand across her face. She must have been terrified looking up at me with a Ski mask on my face and leather gloves on my hands. "You scream and I'll rape you." I said, blunt and to the point. "You gonna be quiet or not?" She nodded so I took my hand away. "What do you want?" She whined. "Nothing now. I've already got all I needed." "You've stolen my panties you sleaz...." Just then the snake must have repositioned itself and she groaned and arched her back. "...Ooooh God! What have you done to meeeeee? Aaaah!" "I've given you a little friend. A pet if you like who will live in your pussy for a long time. So I hope you like it. It certainly seems to like you." "What do you mean. A little friend. What is it?" "Oh it's a snake. Didn't I say?" "A snake! That's gross!" "Oh I don't know. I find them kind of cute." I sniggered. "Why? Why have you put that into me? Are you some kind of pervert?" I stood up and brushed the dirt off my knees. "No I am not a pervert. Now listen to me carefully if you don't want to die." That seemed to catch her attention. "That snake has been genetically altered to perform a certain task. As I said it will live inside you for the rest of its life. If you try to have it removed it will hurt you and if you persevere, or undergo surgery to try to remove it, then it will bite you and you will die. There is no antidote to its poison. Do you understand?" She nodded, shock and horror mingling on her face. "Right now here is a mobile phone number. Don't bother to give it to the Police, it isn't traceable. You'd better call it later today and I'll explain its specific needs to you. I feel that it will let its presence be known to you before long. You will want to make that call. I will only be on it for one hour from four until five this afternoon. If you don't call then it will start to starve to death and it will bite you as a last resort." A few seconds later I was gone, her panties balled in my pocket. *** The call came at five minutes past four. I didn't say anything at first I let her make the running. "Hello. Hello are you there? Please answer me." "I'm here." "Please get it out." "I already told you it lives there for the rest of its life." "Please do something. It's moving, more and more. Wriggling around and stuff and every now and then it gives me a shock." 'Oh good." I thought 'The eel genes had melded in nicely.' "It just needs feeding. It will keep moving around and shocking you until you feed it. The longer you leave it, then the hungrier and more agitated it gets. So you had better learn to feed it when its hungry." "What does it eat?" "Sperm." I said. "What did you say?" "It lives on sperm." "How am I supposed to get sperm in the... Oh no. Please don't make me do this. I'm still a virgin." "You'll be a dead virgin if you don't get some sperm inside you within the next few hours." She was repeating. "Oh no. Oh no." like a mantra as I continued. "There are a couple of other things. First of all, like us it likes a bit of variety in its diet so it doesn't take kindly to having the same stuff all the time. So I'm afraid you'll have to fuck a different guy every couple of days. It will make you pretty popular I should imagine. "Secondly, the more sperm it gets the happier it is and the longer it leaves you alone. So you either have to be excellent in bed, so you coax the most out of your partner, or get used to having a series of, ahem, multiple interpersonal activities. To put it bluntly either fuck well or fuck often. It's your choice." "Why? Oh God why have you done this to me?". She wailed. "Why not? Now listen you will receive a letter in the post in exactly one month's time. You had better read it carefully and follow the instructions to the letter. Do you understand?" "Yes." Sounding remote and far away. "Hey!" I said. "It's not all bad news. For a start you can never get pregnant while it's in there. It eats all the sperm you see. You can't pick up anything nasty like AIDS either as it secretes a lubricant when it is hungry so you will always be ready when it wants feeding. This lubricant is bio-engineered to form a barrier between your bodily fluids and the donors. So you can fuck with impunity. "Oh! before I forget there is one other thing. Like us it needs air so jeans are out. Its skirts or dresses from now on, the shorter they are the happier it is. Yes and no panties either, it must be able to get at the outside air. If it can't get air then it will bite you. So have you any questions?" "You said that it is going to live in me all its life. So that means I can never have a baby.". She was blubbing openly now. "Well you can, in a way. The letter explains it. Now I think you need to go and find yourself a fuck partner before he really gets angry." She had started with the "Oh no, please nos." again so I broke in. "Do you want me to help you?" I enquired. "How?" Hopefully. "Go to the wasteland behind the factories on 23rd street and you will find out." I said and broke the connection. She got there in a lather of fearful anticipation. Maybe I was going to remove it after all. When she saw me I was pointing towards a cheap, $5 an hour (Towels provided), hotel and she suddenly understood what help I was to offer her. She knew what she had to do so, slowly and hesitantly, she walked towards me. I made her pay for the hotel and then beg me to take her virginity as the shocks increased. I left her, legs spread wide and crying in shame, as the snake slithered and wriggled around inside her trying to gobble down all of my sperm. I'd forgotten to tell her that the lubricant also numbed her vaginal linings so she would never actually get any pleasure from sex, as long as the snake lived inside her. She'd still have to do it all the same. She'll be amazed how good a little actress she'll become. Pretending to get off in order to persuade her partner to dump a generous load inside her. To placate the snake for as long as possible before it made her do it again. I hadn't felt the snake much and, if anything, it added to my enjoyment. So I was pretty happy. Happier than her that's for sure when she finds out that she has to fuck at least once a day and change partners every other day. Furthermore that number will rise as the snake grows and starts to procreate. I observed her over the course of the next few weeks. Her lifestyle had changed completely. From a standing start, overnight even, she had changed from a cool virgin to a red hot fuck freak, hungry for sperm. She had to work hard to keep various relationships going at different levels, all at the same time, so she always had a supply of new donors to feed her 'pet'. It was a strange thing that boys needed pacing too and if she rushed them they wouldn't respond. Maybe they'd even go off her, so she had to be careful. It must have taken quite a bit of mental juggling to keep it all together. I hacked into the school computer and found that her grades were slipping. College wasn't looking such a sure bet after all. The letter was designed to blow her mind. It added a whole new dimension to her misery. It informed her that she was pregnant. It must have been quite an interesting way to be told really. She was going to have a baby and it wasn't hers. It is how she actually undertook the birth that was interesting. The snake was designed, yes that is the operative word, it was designed to give birth to one live offspring every month. The two snakes will grow together inside her, each of them demanding an increasing share of the available sperm. So in order to reduce the pain of having two growing snakes and to ensure that she didn't have to start doubling the amount of fucks she had to have, she had to find another symbiont host. In other words she'd have to find another female to pass one of her snakes on to. If she was at all caring then she'd chose a pretty one who could attract enough boys to feed her new pet. The snake wouldn't emerge until it scented another vagina and only then if the vaginas were actually close to touching. So every month the girl had to either have a lesbian session with another girl and surreptitiously pass over the snake, or she must forcibly introduce it into another girl. I think my little experimental subject did it while her targets were sleeping. I noticed that she had at least one 'stayover' a month, each time with a different girl. I used to stand for hours, opposite her window. Imagining her cuddled up to her friend, then the heavy breathing denoting sleep. Then softly touching her crotch to her sleeping friends'. With a quick wriggling slither the snake would seek its new home. She would feel a giddy sense of relief and a great deal of guilt. I think she was fair and always told the girl about how to care for her new pet, after it had been safely transferred of course. I used to see the girls weeping as they left her house, en route for the first fuck of their new life. The fortunate thing, something that I didn't pass on to my original subject, was that the snake had a two year lifespan. It then died and was ejected naturally by the vagina. From that point on she was free and clear and could even conceive a child, just as long as one of the girls she had introduced a pet to didn't pay a return visit to her. The snakes rippled out from the town. Girls were taking holidays, and even living, abroad to get their share of fucks and to rid themselves of their unwanted pets. Other girls became prostitutes, both as a source of income and also as a source of food for their pets. The side effects were considered good for business and many Pimps started to forcible introduce the snakes into the vaginas of their stables. Indeed some unscrupulous types simply kidnapped a girl they fancied, introduced the snake and made her beg for sex. Streetwalking became the natural conclusion. Things have moved on since then. Almost without fail the affected girls refused to talk about having another living entity within themselves. If a girl suddenly started becoming overly promiscuous it was usually overlooked by her family as a 'phase she's going through'. One that invariably lasted exactly two years. So is someone you know sleeping around and is finding it impossible to form a steady relationship... END FOOTNOTE: I'm looking for a lady who enjoys my type of writing and who is prepared to collaborate with me on future stories. You will naturally share the credit, such as it is. If you are her and you want to help weave your own fantasy. Then please email me at thoedore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk - Theodore Spoonbender. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 67