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Scatterings by Grimalkin
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
SCATTERINGS
© Grimalkin 1994 Chapter 1
In the distance she could see the lights of a middle sized town glittering,
she really preferred larger towns and cities,but given her current circumstances
she really couldnt afford to be choosy, she needed to "feed" and she needed to
feed soon. She looked ahead, her senses picking up the largest lifeforce
emanating from the town, ah, it was a meeting place a "hotel" she recalled
seeing that word in the memory scan she took from one of her previous givers.
She snorted at that word, givers, why not just use the word meal, she drained
them of their life force, drank deeply of their feelings, their experiences, fed
off their fear as they realised what she was doing. She smiled to herself, the
fear was the big thrill, the biggest kick of all, even to one as newly awakened
as she, racial memory was strong in her species and she knew that fear provided
the best feed of all.
For 3 waxings and wanings of the moon she had followed the genetic
imperative of a newly awakened Homnoi, feeding quickly and feeding often, her
choice in givers had been eclectic, some of the memories she had scanned
hadgiven her strange feelings, the one from the human who had called himself
Henry, had given her pause, his mind had seemed to be drenched in blood, looking
through his scan she could see why, he had given himself over to a monstrous
bloodthirst, picture after picture of Henry commiting acts of horrible violence
on the female of the species of this planet had risen to the surface, in his way
Henry was like a Homnoi, he got his thrill off the fear of his victims, the way
he made them beg and then killed them, violently and the acts he committed on
the dead bodies.
It had taken a while for her to subsume those memories from Henry, using
techniques that surfaced in her racial memory, now all that was left was a
slight lingering memory and a re inforced feeling that she must be more careful
in the choices she made. Hunger was making her giddy, she must have a meal soon
or else she would perish, orientating on the life force emanations she made her
way to the hotel, hovering over it she 'looked' through, picking up individual
thoughts, AHHH, there was one, quickly she looked through his mind, picked the
memories she wanted and made her preparations.
A slight shimmering in the darkness was the only sign, that and a brief
high pitched whine that set the dogs howling, emerging from the darkness she
scanned the hotel from close up, yes there was the perfect giver in their for
her, quickly checking her transformation against the image in his mind, she
paused at the door, opened it with flourish and walked in.
The door banging agaisnt the wall made the room go quiet, as every eye in the
room turned to look at her, she smiled, and walked into the room, and quickly
walked up to the bar, she could hear the whispered remarks and could pick up
several unspoken thoughts. Her transformation had turned her into every mans wet
dream, she was tall, leggy, tanned, with a large bust, and blonde hair that
brushed her thighs, her outfit was a short halter top and a pair of micro
shorts. Personally she thought this guise was ridiculous, how could female
humans do anything with appendages like these to get in the way, there were no
wings, and the arm devices were severely limited, but ifthis was going to get
her a meal then she could put up with a few disadvantages.
She walked up and stood next to her meal, funnily enough he was the only one
in the room who hadnt turned around when she walked in, settling herself on the
stool next to him she leant over and touched his arm,
"I believe you have been waiting for me" she said huskily in his ear, he visiby
started and as if slowly pulling himself together swivelled around on his seat,
the denial he was about to make died on his lips as he took full note of the
vision of loveliness in front of him.
" I uh, um, yes, I have always been waiting for you" he licked his lips and she
could hear the thoughts running through his head.." shes obvioulsy mistaken for
me someone else, oh god look at those legs, and those tits, i bet shes a natural
blonde, how can i get her to stay, oh god, i want to suck on those tits, how can
I make her want to fuck me".
She smiled at him turning on the full force of her charm, the thoughts in his
head were getting more incoherent, she placed her hand on his thigh and gently
caressed it, then moving slowly up she cupped his cock and gave it a small
squeeze, then sending him a neural jolt through the hand to cock contact, she
breathed in his ear again, her tongue tracing a small pattern on his earlobe,
tuning in on his thoughts again she heard ..." man oh man, i gotta get her away
from here, I gotta fuck her, i hafta feel that tongue on my cock".
Placing her other hand on his thigh she looked up at him, and said "Is there
somewhere where we can go and be alone" she looked pointedly at
the bulge in his pants and ran a slow deliberate tongue around her full lips,
he swallowed hard, shivered and abruptly stood up, she also stood, he took her
hand and led her out of the crowded bar, she could heard the spoken and unspoken
words and thoughts, most comments centered on how lucky he was, they all "knew"
somehow that he was going to score tonight, she smiled to herself, but not in
the way they meant, being a meal for a Homnoi was a privilege only few
experienced, but people didnt line up for it, the reward was short lived, ah but
the pleasures.
Through the connection she established in his mind she could hear his thoughts
and sense his burgeoning sexual desire, desire she heightend by stroking up and
down his arm with her fingernails, he shivered again and she pressed closely
agaisnt him, deliberately pressing her breasts into his arm and side, abruptly
he stopped, she knew what was coming, she could see him running through the
sequence in his mind, pre empting him she placed his hand on her breast.
His hand tightened convulsively around the firm globe, his fingers seeking the
erect tip of her nipple, she knew all the responses her body was supposed to
make, she mirrored her reactions from the expectations he had within his mind,
as his questing fingers found the tip and squeezed she moaned softly and
collapsed agaisnt him, as he pinched harder the moans became louder and she
rubbed her hands over his crotch, he reached up and undid the strap around her
neck that kept the halter up, as the halter fell down she ran her hands over her
breasts and pinched her nipples.
His mind was in a turmoil, where had this perfect woman come from, and the
slut wanted him as bad as he wanted her, she knew exactly what to do to turn him
on, the picture crossed his mind of this wanton whore unzipping his trousers and
sucking him off in the carpark, no sooner has this pleasing picture appeared in
his mind when he felt a tugging at his trousers, and a cold breeze around his
arse caused his balls to retract, slowly very slowly she pulled his jocks down
and his erection sprang into view, he moaned, christ this fucking whore was
reading his mind.
She wasnt sure what he wanted to do, his thoughts werent very detailed but she
got the gist of it, kneeling on the ground, her hands stroking his legs and arse
and caressing his balls, she leant forward and ran her tongue around the head of
his cock, he moaned and she could feel the pleasure inside him, with her mind
she tapped his life force and ate a bit to sustain her until she was ready to
feed on his fear, his legs sagged but he quickly recovered as her tongue slowly
but surely stroked its way along his cock, grasping the back of her head he held
her head tight, his mind picturing what was coming next, she was able to ready
herself as he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, her mind picking out the
actions that gave him most pleasure and her tongue repeating them, overloading
him on pleasure until he no longer noticed her feeding from him. His thoughts
changed, ahhh, he was on the verge of coming, she opened her mouth wide and let
him shove his hard cock down her throat, his emotions spiralled wide and high
and she fed long and well on his orgasmic plateau, she swallowed the last of his
come and slowly let his limp cock slip out of her mouth.
He stood their panting, with his trousers around his knees, and his limp cock
dribbling cum down his leg, before he could articulate his command, she leant
forward and licked up the trail of semen on his leg, his thoughts were crystal
clear in his mind, he wanted to do so much more to this slut, pictures flashed
one after the other of his cock buried in her cunt, in her arse, back in her
mouth, with her as a willing partner, no need for coercion, finally he had met a
woman who would do anything he demanded of her, maybe then the demons wouldnt
need to be placated.
She sat back on the ground looking up at him, inwardly berating herself, once
again she had picked up a diseased meal, another Henry and she had a fleeting
glimpse of some of the memories of his that she had surpressed, no matter she
thought, a meal was a meal and perhaps it was only justice that he would die in
abject fear and terror, giving him back a little of what he gave to others.
He stared down at her, unable to take his eyes of this whore, this slut who
would do anything he thought about, he felt curiously drained, but he dismissed
that feeling, he rearranged his trousers and gestured for her to get up off the
ground, he smiled at her, not a particularly nice smile and said roughly "I got
some place nice to take you, where we can have some more fun". She smiled back
at him, but in his present state he didnt see the dangerous edges lurking
beneath it, in his way, she thought, this one was more dangerous than Henry,
ahhh, but that would make the meal SO much better, the more control they think
they have over you the harder they fall.
They drove for a while, his thoughts were a constant stream of lurid
pornographic snapshots, sifting through them, she saw perhaps some of the acts
he expecting her to participate in, and while sex in this transformation didnt
afford her any pleasure, she also saw the expected reactions she was supposed to
give, from what she could see, it was always his pleasure that was paramount.
Turning up a dark driveway, along a winding road, he pulled up outside a
ramshackle old place, he stopped the car and got out, coming around to her side
he yanked open the door and watched as she got out, he pointed to inside the
house and told her to get comfortable, by that he meant she was to strip naked
and be waiting for him legs spread. She went inside, stripped her clothes off
checked that her transformation wasnt slipping and laid down on the smelly
un-made bed.
He finally came in, carrying a few things, ropes, a whip and some chains, she
saw these and decided that things were NOT going to get that far, his actions
were beginning to be distasteful, even to a Homnoi, next time she vowed that she
wasn't going to feed off another diseased mind. Still she lay passively on the
bed, his eyes roamed over her naked body, he came and sat next to her on the
bed, she was prepared for almost anything, and had a range of responses that he
seemed to think were appropriate for any number of acts he was to perform upon
her body.
His hands traced the outline of her face, down along her chin, across her
shoulders, her eyes closed as she sighed gently, his hands warm and soothing on
her breasts as he cupped them in both hands, he leant down and whispered in her
ear "Whats your name whore?". She opened her eyes and said "Troya". She could
hear his breathing loud and uneven, "Spik, slope, Ruski maybe, yeah, sounds
Ruski, aint never fucked a Ruski before, you better be good whore" he went on to
describe in great detail what he was going to do to her, in character and
because he wanted and needed that sort of reaction she was totally enthusiastic.
First he tied her hands together with the cord, she knew she could break that
with a mere flick of her finger, that didnt worry her at all, he arranged her
hands so they were over her head, her breasts jutting out, he ran a finger along
the underside of her breast, she moaned softly, reaching up suddenly he pinched
her nipple tween two fingers, she gasped loudly, he seemed pleased by that as he
tweaked and pinched her nipples with increasing force, until one pinch made her
scream, he smiled down at her, pleased with her reaction.
Troya was getting very bored with the whole scene, she decided to move things
along a bit, needing to get him angry, she opened her eyes and let loose with a
stream of invective, ending up with a well aimed glob of spit that landed on his
face and dripped down onto his sleeve. He slapped her face several times,
punctuating each slap with a epithet, slap, "WHORE" slap, "SLUT" slap "TART" and
ended up with a slap that set her ears ringing, he was angry, past angry and
into dangerously calm maniac cunning, she could sense the turmoil in his head,
the 'demons' he had spoken of were clawing at the barriers he had erected in his
mind and were calling to him in words that drove him close to the edge of
insanity, good, good she fed of his anger, and that made her strong, she fed of
his insanity and that made her even stronger.
With a roar of anger and rage he leapt upon her, pinning her to the bed, his
knees on each side as he leant his head down and started biting her breasts and
nipples, Troya put up a token struggle, she needed the act of lust, it was lust
turned in fear that gave the best feed, leaning across her body he unzipped his
trousers again, and manouvered his jocks and pants down to his ankles where he
kicked them off, sitting on her chest, he pulled her head up by her ears and
forced his cock into her mouth, slapping her until she started pleasuring him,
with one hand behind her head as slammed his cock in and out of her mouth, the
other squeezing and gripping her breast and nipple, Troya let a fearful whimper
escape her in between thrusts, he smiled and slapped her again.
Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth, moving so he could turn her over, he
untied her hands only to tie them back up again, with her spreadeagled on the
bed face down, kneeling between her legs he forced them up and then tied her
ankles to the bed posts, she lay there chest down on the bed with her arse in
the air, he ran a hand over the firm globes of her arse, she could sense him
fumbling behind her, there was a swish in the air and suddenly her cheeks were
afire as he laid stroke after stroke of rattan whip on her arse, when he stopped
his breathing was harsh and broken, without any warning her opened the cheeks of
her arse and pushed the tip of his cock into her tight back hole, Troya
screamed, in character, though the sensation felt rather pleasant, with one
quick thrust he buried his cock up to the hilt, she screamed again, and begged
and pleaded for him to stop, this of course only encouraged him and he withdrew
and plunged back into her arse time and again, all the while spewing obscenties
at her.
She connected into his thoughts again, and watched the inchoherent maelstrom
swirl by, the 'demons' he had seemed so fearful of were whispering thoughts of
their own, in an ever increasing chant, calling for blood, her blood, soon she
thought, i must feed soon. Close to his peak he stopped, as though her arse
wasnt what he needed to satiate his desires, he cut the ties on her ankles and
flipped her over on to her back, ignoring her gasps as the rope around her
wrists cut and burned from the friction on her skin, lifting her legs, he
plunged his cock into her cunt. Ahhh, she thought as she tapped his thoughts
again, NOW, NOW is the right time, as his cock pistoned in an out of her cunt
and his hands slowly closed around her neck, at the very moment of his
ejaculation, his orgasmic peak, the very moment he thought his control over her
was complete, the very moment he sought to crush her life from her body, she
fed.
Contact to the very core of his being, with every ounce of strength she
posessed, cell to cell she scanned, drained and tossed aside, the grip around
her neck eased as his arms lost control, THERE, there it was, the FEAR, the
abject lurking horror of ceasing to exist, with a shrill cry of exquisite
release the Homnoi fed upon the desire, the lust and the fear, fed until she was
surfeited, her own orgasmic release adding to the charge, opening her eyes she
clinically studied the drained husk suspended above her, one hand extended in a
pleading gesture, knocking it aside she touched his mind for the last time and
sifted through his memories. Feh, another diseased mind for sure, thought not as
mad as Henry, being more experienced she didnt consume his whole memory, only
bits and pieces that might come in handy the next time she needed to feed.
With a negligent flick she sent his consumed body crashing to the floor,
transforming back into her natural shape, touched his mind with a parting
thought, "You sought to use me, you have learnt your lesson and with this lesson
die" so saying she reached in and blew out the one remaining spark of vitality
left, his body held together by her contact shivered and disintergrated leaving
a telltale scattering on the floor.
Free of the need to feed for at least a while she took to the air and let the
wind take her where it would.
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