The Plant (Part 2)

Background on Art: Part two of the three-part commission.

I was in shock, trying to make sense of what was happening to me. I had been kidnapped by men who worked at a science lap. That, and only that part of it, made any sense at all. Earlier, when I had woken up tried up in the room and the men had entered and teased me with the vibrator, horrifying thoughts of what was going to happen to me had run through my mind. But what I had imagined was nothing like this. This was unimaginable. The vine of a giant monster plant was thrusting in and out of my vagina. The assault by the plant couldn't have lasted more than a few minutes but it seemed like an eternity. It didn't hurt, but the humiliation and horror of it were more than enough to bear. Finally, the vine withdrew fully from my body with a wet slurping noise. The plant did the same to Tiffany and we both hung from our wrists panting and crying. Suddenly, Tiffany looked up and her eyes focused on something and she gasped again. I looked over. The massive flower bulb was no longer lying still on the ground. The stem and bulb slowly raised into the air. As I stared at the bulb it slowly began to open. As it did, I realized it was not flower. The bulb parted and what I had thought was a flower bulb was in actuality more aptly described as the plant's "head." And the part that was opening was what could best be described as a "mouth." The mouth opened and shut a couple times as the head waved back and forth in the air. At the same time dozens and dozens of the plant's vines began waving around in the air and sliding across the ground. This was apparently what the men had meant about the plant coming out of its dormant state. The plant's head stopped waving back and forth and it lowered until it was pointed towards Tiffany and I. The plant did not appear to have eyes, and I had no idea if it could "see" us but it definitely seemed like the creature was focused on us.

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The Plant (Part 1)

Background on Art: This was a three-part commission, depicting some lovely school girls falling victim to a monstrous plant.  The entire series is my favorite commission done by Faustie and this picture is probably my favorite in the series.  Hopefully my three-part story will measure up to his great art.
 
Prologue:

Thompson heard giggling and he turned around. Two of the private school brats were wandering through the hallway. They had apparently fallen behind the rest of their class, who had long since passed through on the tour. Sanders gave Thompson a knowing look. He then turned to the girls. "Ladies, you should not be wandering these hallways without your class."

"Sorry, we were just looking for the bathroom," said the blonde girl and her brunette friend nodded her head in confirmation. Sanders have Thompson another look.

"The bathroom is that way," Thompson said, pointing to a doorway. But both Thompson and Sanders knew that there was no bathroom through that hallway. In fact, no one without a high level security clearance was allowed through that door. Or at least they would never be allowed to exit back through it. The brunette thanked Thompson and the two girls opened the door and went through. As soon as they were out of sight, Sanders opened up a cabinet that lined the wall of the hallway. He grabbed two rags and a bottle of chloroform and the two men went through the same door as the girls.

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The Alien Mine (Part 2)

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.

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When I eventually woke up, my assault had ended and the cavern had emptied of the ant creatures. I moaned, my whole body sore. The agonizing pain was centered on my pussy and ass, which felt like they were on fire. I could feel stickiness that I knew must be cum probably mixed with my blood, slowly draining out of my ass and pussy, oozing down the crack of my butt and my thighs. My back and neck were also throbbing in pain, presumably from the forced position I was. My jaw ached from the gag shoved in my mouth. Looking at the girls strapped into the stockades in front me, I could see what I imagine my own backside looked like: gaping assholes, swollen red sexes, and a white slime coating their asses and thighs. I could hear some of them crying softly. Perhaps from the same soreness I felt, but also probably because, like for me, their new reality was setting in. We were trapped on an alien planet. Wherever it was, it was outside of humanity's known universe. There would be no rescue. We would never see our families or friends again. This was our life now, and it appeared to be unimaginably horrifying.

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The Delivery

Note: Not one of my commissioned pieces, but a cool piece and an inspiration for my story. Credit: faustie.com


Sal called out, "Anderson delivery is up." That was my delivery. I went into the kitchen to grab the pizzas. I tried to ignore Sal as he stared at my chest. He was such a pig and he didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was creepily staring at my tits I wondered if he even knew what my face looked like but I was positive he could pick my boobs out of a lineup he stared at them so much. I hated this job so much. Not that I ever had illusions that delivering pizzas for a summer would be fun; I guess I just didn’t grasp how much it would suck. The pay wasn't great and I mostly relied on tips. And most people were lousy tippers. One top of that I came home every day smelling like pizza grease. I would immediately jump in the shower but I always felt like I never got rid of that damn smell completely. And on top of that my boss was a pig who eyed my like a hungry dog. I hated the job but I needed the money. I should have looked for something in the mall, but instead I was delivering pizzas, and having to ignore Sal as he constantly stared at my chest. I took the pizzas and quickly turned around to head out. I was sure he was staring at my ass but at least I didn't have to see that. I was so sick of his creepy staring that I was actually looking forward to the summer being over and I could go back to school.
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The Alien Mine (Part 1)

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.

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

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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.

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