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.

(continued from Part 1)

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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