An extract from the sci-fi serial A Tasty Morsel
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"Welcome to the
amphitheater of Veni!" yelled a high-pitched alien voice. The
massive loudspeakers carried the announcement to every tier of seats
in the vast circular bowl that rose around the dusty arena. A packed
audience of ninety thousand spectators cheered excitedly, stamping
their feet in eager anticipation of the forthcoming spectacle.
In
the center of the arena a wide circle of strengthened steel covered
the mouth of a deep pit. Sturdy chains secured this gigantic lid to
the ground. The only other openings in the arena were doors at
intervals along the wall of the lowest seating tier. From one of
these doors a tall humanoid now emerged, a six-foot male of the
Venian race: hairless and pale, with bulbous green eyes and a narrow,
skeletal face. He wore the long purple robe of the Slorth Priests,
the cruel religious cult whose temple was also the planet's greatest
amphitheater.
Behind the priest, stumbling wearily on the end
of a chain, came Stacey. A metal collar clasped her neck and the
chain was attached to it. When she emerged into the blazing sunlight
and saw the vast tiered bowl of the amphitheater she gasped in
awestruck terror. Her dazzled eyes blinked through a mist of tears,
and she sobbed pitifully as her injured toes endured agony with every
step. Sharp pains seared through her womb and intestines at the
slightest movement of her body. Much of the sweat and grime from her
previous ordeals had been cleaned away by the Venian priests, but
semen still dripped from her swollen cunt as well as from her
distended anus.
The huge crowd jeered her arrival, mocking
her injuries while leering at her gorgeous figure. Human females were
a rare sight on Veni, which lay far beyond the colonial frontier.
Human males were occasional visitors to the planet, but these men
were usually renegades and criminals who traveled alone, bringing no
womenfolk on their journeys. Venian males, like many other aliens,
nurtured a desperate lust for Earthwomen, whose soft, curvy bodies
and fragile beauty appealed to any species that displayed violent
sexual desires. The most common erotic fantasy for a typical Venian
was to see a lovely human girl endure despicable torments before
being sacrificed in some vile, perverted ritual. Rarely, however, had
the great amphitheater welcomed a victim as beautiful as the naked,
wounded brunette who now staggered into the crowd's lecherous view.
The priest led Stacey across the arena to a place near the
central lid. There, on the sun-scorched sand, lay a wooden cross in
the shape of a huge X. Another purple-garbed priest waited beside the
cross, his right hand clutching a bundle of rope. When Stacey saw the
cross she fell sobbing to her knees and was dragged screaming the
rest of the way.
To the delight of the crowd the priests laid
her on the cross and stretched her limbs upon it, tying her wrists
and ankles with the ropes. The chain was unclipped from her neck-iron
but the cruelly tight collar remained. The priests were obviously
enjoying their sport. Vows of celibacy prevented them from fucking
this delicious human, but the bulging erections beneath their robes
testified to their arousal. Stacey fulfilled their greatest
cock-rousing fantasies. She was not only a beguiling example of
Earthborn womanhood but also a creature of especial loveliness to the
Venians, whose lust for brunettes was insatiable. The pale-skinned
alien race generally preferred dark-haired, dark-eyed girls to the
colorless blondes who occasionally appeared in the arena.
After
binding Stacey to the cross, the priests sexually abused her
crucified body. They ran their hands all over her skin, groping her
well-formed tits and stroking the sore, swollen lips of her vagina.
Their bony fingers caressed her grief-stricken face and touched her
dark hair. They squeezed her firm, trembling thighs and trailed their
fingertips along the whip-welts that patterned her torso.
Then
they withdrew, striding quickly back to an open doorway. Their
hurrying pace was not without justification, for out of another
doorway came a bounding, bestial shape. The crowd cheered
deafeningly, and the beast roared back. In size and form it seemed
similar to the large dogs that many Earthfolk liked to keep as pets,
but it was far more wild and savage. Its white fur was tufted and
spiky, its ears were small and pointed, and its teeth were sharp. A
bulbous nose snuffled on the end of its muzzle, but there were no
eyes.
"Behold the Zarwulf!" a voice boomed from the
loudspeaker. "See how it searches for the scent of a human
female. It thirsts for blood, and for the sweet sour taste of an
Earthgirl's cunt!"
The spectators roared again when the
beast bounded towards the prostrate cross. Stacey stared in
heart-numbing terror as the creature drew to a halt. Its nostrils
twitched as it sniffed the cords that bound her ankles. Then, to her
complete distress, it began to lick her feet. Its rough, abrasive
tongue flicked across her soles before lapping feverishly between her
toes. Peals of applause rose from the crowd, but the Zarwulf ignored
the noise. Soon it transferred its snuffling muzzle to Stacey's
quivering legs. Again it licked hungrily, its tongue swirling around
her knees before slithering along her inner thighs..............
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