Background on Art:
This commission, which followed my antlion series of commissions, was to feature an alien mine, in which lizard masters enslaved a larger alien species to mine and also enslaved human women to serve as "R and R" for the alien slave miners. The commission was for only one picture but the story will be two parts.
My eyes fluttered open I squinted in the bright light. Groaning, I rolled over in bed. Morning already? It felt like I had just gone to sleep. I pulled my face up and tried to look at my alarm clock. Three thirteen? That didn't make sense. It was too bright to be three in the morning. And it wasn’t possible I had slept until the afternoon. Even if I somehow could have slpet that long surely my mom would have waken me, I had school. The electricity must have gone out and the clock reset…
But as my eyes adjusted more, I realized something was not right. The light was not sunlight, it seemed artificial. Had I left my light on and fallen asleep.? No, the light was coming from outside and had a bluish hue, as if someone was shining a spotlight in my room. Suddenly the light focused into a large beam and shone on me. So it was still the middle night, but was what the light? I was so confused. I tried to sit up. I couldn’t. My body couldn’t move at all. I panicked and tried to jump up but not a single muscle would move. It was like I was paralyzed. Just a second ago I could move, what was going on? Suddenly I felt myself being lifted up. No one was in there lifting me, it was like I was floating. I tried to cry out, to call for help; my parents were in the next room over. I couldn't speak or make any noise. Why didn’t my parents notice this light? Why couldn’t I move, why couldn’t I scream? This had to be a nightmare.
I was floating on the beam of light, up towards its source. Suddenly my window swung open and I floated out through it. I tried to scream again as I felt the cool night air against my skin but again no sound came. As I floated towards the source it became so bright that I was blinded by it and could see nothing. This had to be a nightmare. I must be dreaming. But try as I might I could not make myself wake up. I felt myself being lifted and lifted. Then I blacked out.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Saturday, October 13, 2012
The Antlion (Part 5)
Note: Not one of my commissioned pieces, but the parts to the story exceed the number of commissioned pieces so I will use some other art from Faustie that I enjoy and that are similarly-themed to complete the story. Credit: faustie.com
As the days or maybe weeks passed I grew to accept me life even more. I not only craved the orgasms, I needed the orgasms. Because the thing I needed so dearly was given to me by the creature, I came to see it very differently. And I began to realize that the best way for me to get orgasms and avoid pain was to accept my place, as inferior to this creature. It utterly dominated me. It controlled every aspect of my life. I ate only when it chose, I fucked only when it chose, I was only allowed the orgasms I desperately craved when it chose. I only remained alive because it allowed me to live. But while I was clearly inferior and at the mercy of the creature, I still served an important purpose. Some humans, like the man that had been dragged down here were nothing but sustenance. I on the other hand was not mere food; rather I was the mother of its brood. My womb helped spawn more and more of these superior beings. I imagined that its brood, our brood, was spreading, slowly subjugating humanity. I no longer saw myself as its prisoner. I was a slave but now a willing one to this higher being that was my Lord. If I behaved like a good slave my Lord treated me well. If I did not, like my sister, I would be abused and punished as she was. That was her choice but I thought it a stupid one. Why fight our Lord? It was pointless. We had learned that the hard way, or at least I had. Stacy maintained her futile defiance.
(continued after the jump...)
Sunday, October 7, 2012
The Antlion (Part 4)
Note: Not one of my commissioned pieces, but the parts to the story exceed the number of commissioned pieces so I will use some other art from Faustie that I enjoy and that are similarly-themed to complete the story.
(continued from Part 3...)
I woke up to Stacy nudging me. I lifted my head and looked at her and she pointed towards the creature. For the first time since we had been pulled down into the pit, the creature was moving around the cavern. Using its tentacles, it was dragging itself around the lair. Stacy and I watched and after a brief moment it suddenly latched onto the walls with its tentacles and began climbing up until it reached the ceiling which was about twenty feet above us. As we watched it, it suddenly disappeared up a large hole in the center of the ceiling. Suddenly we found ourselves alone in the lair. Stacy and I looked at each other. Stacy stood up first, wincing as she did. I soon followed and also winced in pain. I was sore from the constant fucking by the creature, plus my muscles cramped up easily since we rarely moved around. Stacy ran around the perimeter of the lair, feeling the walls. “We need to find a way out!” she yelled to me. I soon joined her, feeling the walls. We walked in opposite directions along the perimeter until we met in the middle. Neither of us had found anything but solid rock or well packed earth. We started feeling around on the floor. Still nothing. Stacy and I looked at each other. I could see the disappointment on her face. We then looked up at the ceiling. Apparently that hole was our only possible route of escape but there was no way for us to get up there. Suddenly we heard noises coming from the hole and, realizing the creature was probably returning, we both ran back down to our corner. The creature suddenly popped through the hole back into the lair. It was dragging a man. A screaming struggling man. The man was dropped to the floor and he lay there for a moment stunned. Like us, he had apparently been stripped naked. The creature began crawling down the wall, rapidly. The man looked at us for a brief moment, clearly in shock and confused. He thus did not react before the creature pounced on him, grabbing him with its tentacles. The man screamed and started thrashing around but, as we knew, the creature was much stronger than humans. It dragged the man towards it. The creature apparently had a different use for this man. It dragged him towards its mouth-like hole and began shoving him inside. The man was screaming and struggling wildly as the tentacles slowly stuffed him into the mouth. The man went in slowly, head first, and it took perhaps a couple minutes before he had been completely swallowed. I could hear the faintest of muffled noises inside the creature, which I realized were the man’s screams, the sounded dampened by the mass of the creature now enveloping him. Stacy and I sat there watching the creature in shock. The muffled cries and screams from the man lasted perhaps an hour or two, growing fainter and fainter until we could no longer hear them.
(continued after the jump...)
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