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The Epic of Bloggermesh (Incomplete) Edition
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The Epic of Bloggermesh (Incomplete) Edition I had wanted at least 20 writers to get involved before wrapping this up, but I haven't sparked any interest for weeks. Here is The Epic of Bloggermesh for anybody who feels like reading what we managed to get accomplished. The Epic of Bloggermesh A short story in 13 chapters, each chapter written by an individual blogger from TSmeet. Each writer saw only the chapter immediately preceeding their own contribution. Thank-you Impish_Pixie, SpiderJ72, japaneseass, blondgirlis, KarlBloggerfeld, Indi297, Jules1590, smartasswoman, BazzarKt07, formerlyknownas, and Gr8kissr for the work each of you did. The Epic of Bloggermesh Chapter 1 OneStrangeBeast As Robert Rose stepped from the darkened movie theatre into the cool evening air, he had two things on his mind. He wondered what it would be like to have sex with a three breasted alien chick, and he desperately wanted a chocolate malted. The three breasted alien question was inspired by the movie he had just seen. It had been the science fiction blockbuster of the summer; filled with explosions, daring escapes, epic fight scenes, and yes, a three breasted alien woman. Robert was a breast man at heart and the thought of an extra mammary gland for him to bury his face in was just about the best possible thing he could imagine. The closest place for him to get the chocolate malted he craved was a burger joint a few miles up the road, near the bridge leading outside the city limits. He walked briskly to his pickup truck and climbed into the driver’s seat. The engine turned over on his second attempt and he pulled out into the sparse traffic of his small town. Robert turned the knob on his truck’s radio and was instantly rewarded with an excessively loud barrage of heavy metal music erupting from his cheap, after market speakers. He had installed them himself and didn’t mind that they were second-hand, and cheap. They were loud, and that’s all that mattered to Robert. He wanted his heavy metal as loud and obnoxious as he could get it. It upset the old geezers who always sat outside the shops on the main street through town. Robert was sick to death of living in a place where the biggest thrill you could hope to get was being chased down a back road by the inept local sheriff after a beer party by the river. He was determined to make something of himself and leave the tiny shithole he currently called home far behind in his rearview mirror. The truck ate up the three and a half miles between the movie theatre and Martin’s Diner. He may have lived in a small, shithole of a town, but Martin’s could be counted on for the quality of food you might expect in a larger city. People said that Martin had worked in a fancy restaurant in years past and had moved to a smaller area to get away from the stress of the city and to be his own boss. Robert was nearly to Martin’s parking lot when he glanced ahead and noticed a strange light near the bridge that would take you beyond the city limits and away from Shitburg, U.S.A. The light was a bizarre greenish yellow color and seemed to pulse or strobe as he looked at it. Robert decided his stomach could wait a little while longer for the malted. In a town where nothing ever happened, anything new and different might be worth getting a closer look at. He kept the truck on the road and headed toward the bridge. The Epic of Bloggermesh Chapter 2 Impish_pixie Eliza took a deep breath and then very quickly wished she had not. Where in the hell had HE thrown her this time? And what exactly had she forgotten in his long list of “needs” that had pissed him off so badly that he’d felt the need to blast her from his presence, again? And WHAT was all this mucky stuff she was laying in? It certainly wasn’t anything found on Astrid. Nothing on Astrid could even begin to smell THIS bad. Wet, stinky and mucky…Eliza realized with a growing sense of dread and outright panic that he had finally made true his promise to throw her onto Earth. Hadn’t he told her a million times that all bad girls go to Earth? Ok. No time for panic. It was time to figure out exactly where she was, and plan a course of action to stay alive and out of sight until someone realized that the supreme asshole had once again overstepped his bounds and blasted her here. The passing thought that her brothers were going to be pissed did bring a short lived smile to her face. Short lived because she realized that she was no longer alone and the “creature” was now staring at her chest and she could swear she saw drool. The “thing” acted like he’d never seen a woman with breasts before. She glanced down to make sure nothing had fallen out in the blast but everything seemed to be in place, and yet she still found herself reaching down to self conscientiously readjust the girls. She wondered if she should attempt conversation or just zap him a bit and go find shelter. Thankfully she had paid attention in her “It’s A Big Galaxy” classes that her brothers had insisted she take so she was at least fairly certain that the Human wouldn’t eat her. Deciding that she just didn’t feel like dealing with the Human, she sent him a tiny little mind flash; nothing that would cause permanent harm or much pain, just enough to get past him. Nothing! Not even a flinch. WTF? HE wouldn’t dare blast her to Earth AND take her ability to protect herself. Would he? Oh this was really too much. Now what? Robert just stood there on the bank staring at the apparition wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him, or perhaps the popcorn had been laced with some kind of hallucinogenic drug by the nerdy at the concession stand. No way was he seeing what he was seeing, right? Was his need for adventure in a shitty little town to such a point that he’d start imagining things that weren’t possible? Or, dear God, as he lived and breathed, was there REALLY a woman of uncommon beauty standing in front of him adjusting her THREE breasts? Granted she had the look of a deer in the headlights, and after his initial gut punch of pure lust, he realized she looked a little lost and a lot scared. “PERFECT”, his mind screamed, “YOU get to be the HERO which can only set you up for many hours of thankful adoration.” The Epic of Bloggermesh Chapter 3 spiderj72 “You aren’t from around here are you?” Robert said. He watched as her head swiveled to follow his voice and it was almost as if you could see the wheels turning in her head. In actuality it was almost like that. She was running his phrase through her language center and trying to match it to what she knew. Robert was pleased when she shook her head in a “no” manner and smiled at him. The smile conveyed all the warmth that Eliza could manage. Inside she still seethed at ending up at this world and now having to deal with one of its inhabitants. A quick scan of his mind almost overwhelmed Eliza. She was struck by the rawness of the emotion and thoughts that were there. It was so raw, not at all like she was used to. It was raw and what image grabbed at her mind the most was one of her bent over with her hands flat on a chair. Behind her driving his cock into her was the man, his hands were gripping her hips tight and pulling her back into the force of his thrusts. Shaking the thought off she smiled again at him and this time really took him in. He seemed like an okay specimen of humanity. There was nothing particularly off putting about him. He seemed to have all of his hair and his eyes were bright and shiny. When he talked he seemed to have all his teeth and a quick survey of him up and down showed all his limbs there and no unpleasing bulges in his torso. She did linger on what she knew was his sexual organ and was pleased to see a little flush of swelling into his organ. “It was the extra breast that gave you away.” He said and pointed to where her extra breast sat in the middle of her chest. Her eyes followed his pointing finger and took in what he was pointing too. Eliza’s smile widened and for his benefit she shook her upper torso back and forth and produced a nice shimmy that shook all three of her breasts in an enticing manner for Robert. It was seconds after this abundant show took place that Robert decided with all of his lizard brain to get his new friend the hell out of the street and into his house, or a hotel, or even a dark alley where he could get his horny little hands on her flesh. The lust he was feeling for this lady was as pure a lust as he had ever felt before. Taking her by the upper arm he dragged her away from the mud and the bank of the river and closer to his home. The flesh underneath his hands was firm and smooth. He could swear that it was like his fingers were drunk just touching her. They had the same foolish and thick feeling he had when his hand had fallen asleep and he tried to do something delicate like unzip his coat or work the button fly on his favorite jeans. Eliza stumbled on behind him. She was anxious to see where he was taking her. She hoped that her little show was enough to activate his lust/protection complex and make sure that he would make sure that she was his and only his. It was an old trick in the female arsenal but it still did the job and Robert hurried the two of them along thinking only of what fun his future had in store for him. The Epic of Bloggermesh Chapter 4 japaneseass They didn’t know how long they had been running. It seems like it was just a few minutes, but again, felt like an eternity to them. Robert pulled Eliza’s hands and pulled her body next to his sleek body. His eyes were glassy, but she could see the small sparks flying, deep inside of them. Eliza could not resist running her naughty fingers all over his lean body. His skin was rather cool, smooth, and reminded her of a reptile. Every move he made, he emitted a mixture of coconut and lime scent, which made her mouth watery and Eliza licked her lips. Perhaps, that was a sign. Robert’s tongue brushed against Eliza’s wet lips, ever so slightly, flickering. Eliza took it as his invitation, and opened her mouth more, slowly, welcoming the tip of Robert’s tongue. His tongue slipped right into her mouth, and met with hers. Eliza sucked his tongue. Robert took Eliza’s hand, and guided down to his erected manhood. Eliza gasped with the excitement, took his hard burning rod into her hand, and started to stroke. Her lips soon followed the happy trail, down South, and latched onto his cock. The sensation of wet and warm lips, tightly wrapped around his shaft was enough to make Robert gasped and moaned. Eliza kneeled down between his legs; her head bobbed up and down, fast and slow. She sucked, she blew. Her tongue licked his cock head, round and round, as if she was licking a melting soft ice cream. The shiny, thin, pre-cum, strung between her lips and his penis head. It was beautiful, and that made her happy. Eliza looked up Robert, and smiled. Robert smiled back, and he pulled Eliza up. He knelt down in front of her, and grabbed her two side breasts with his both hands. They were bouncy, and had some weight to it. The warm dough filled his large hands nicely, and he kneaded them softly. Robert moved his focus to Eliza’s hard nipples. He brushed them with his lips, and made her nipples even harder and erected. He sucked them, gently biting between lips. He rolled both her nipples between his thumbs and the index fingers, as he sucked one breast in the middle. That made Eliza’s cunt twitched. She felt her knees are getting weaker and weaker. As her pussy juice dripped down between the thighs, she moaned, cried, and screamed. Eliza doesn’t remember exactly how many times she was pushed over the edge of orgasms, but it really didn’t matter. By then, she was a total hot mess, melting all over. Robert picked one of her legs up, aligned himself with her cunt; slowly pushed his hot spear into her dark moist cave. The tightness and the wetness surrounded him, and pleased him. He picked up the speed. His juice mixed up with hers. The heat was intense. Robert and Eliza were melted, and now, fused together. Eliza knew Robert was close. “I’m gonna cum in you…” The Epic of Bloggermesh Chapter 5 blondgirlis Said Robert. He pumped his rock hard shaft into Eliza faster and faster. Then with a final push he brought them both over the edge, with him groaning and Eliza screaming, tightly gripping his cock. Robert continued to hold Eliza close to him as his final spasms ceased. In turn Eliza could feel their juices mingling together. Then as he placed her leg back down, Eliza could feel the cum oozing from her pussy running down her thighs. Eliza bent down to rummage through her bag that she had dropped to the ground earlier to find something to clean herself up with. In a pocket she found some disposable wipes, took two out and gave herself a quick cleanup. As she went to throw the packet back in she noticed a little green light blinking at the bottom of her bag. Eliza turned to Robert, who leaning against a brick wall, her eyes wide with her bag held wide open for him to look inside. What he saw was unbelievable! He reached down inside, pulled out his hand and opened his palm to reveal a small black disc, a little smaller than a fifty cent coin with the light blinking in the center. "Fuck! Shit!" he said. "What is it?" asked Eliza as she peered into his palm. "It's a tracking device. Someone has been tracking us or better yet you" he answered, as he threw the device to the ground and crushed it beneath his boot. "Who is it?" Robert demanded. Eliza hung her head, "It's probably The Boss." "Who's The Boss? What is he to you?" Robert questioned. The Boss was a big, surly, mean of a bitch. He stood 6'3" tall, weighed 242 pounds, with a very muscular build. His hair was black and close shaven to his head, his face clean shaven but always seemed to have that 5 o'clock shadow look and the most piercing blue eyes. The Boss was a commanding presence and had the attitude to match. Men feared him and women desired him. The Boss ran The Random House. At night it was the hottest night club in town; where the wealthy mingled with the middle class, the beautiful with the freaks. By day The House was a place of business for The Boss and his crew. You wanted/needed something, someone, you came to him. It didn't matter if it was a precious jewel, a lawn mower or the girl next door, or if your request was a matter of life or death. To The Boss it was all random. Although nothing was for free, nothing is ever free after all. Welcome to The Random House. Who was Eliza to The Boss? She was his woman, she belonged to him or so he thought. He was aware that she had begun to act strangely, he became suspicious of her. So he planted a tracking device in her bag. It didn't take long for him to realize she was seeing someone else, a guy named Robert. The Boss was incensed! Here was another man fucking his woman. Who did this asshole think he was? But could he blame him? After all she was a helluva good lay. He thought back to their first time together, he and Eliza, on the train. The wheels on the rails clackity clack clack. The Epic of Bloggermesh Chapter 6 KarlBloggerfeld The Boss loudly passed gas. “Fucking burrito,” he thought to himself. He knew better than to eat that kind of shit. But that’s what having a for a girlfriend did to him. Eliza would go off on “business” and the next thing he knew, he was anxiety-eating again. “Well that’s another 20 minutes on the treadmill to burn off some Taco Fucking Bell,” he muttered under his breath. Rummaging around in his desk, he found a blister pack full of Gas-X and popped a couple in his mouth. Although he was so menacing he was certain nobody would have the nerve to crack so much as a smirk if he did, it simply wouldn’t do to loudly fart in front of a potential . It wasn’t good for the image – and it stirred up memories that he’d rather forget. Rubbing the perpetual stubble on his face, The Boss almost unwillingly thought back to his childhood. He didn’t take trips down memory lane often. He’d worked a lifetime to transform himself into a different person, pushing steel and pushing people – lots of both. But some days there was just no getting away from the past and the knowledge that he wasn’t always The Boss. Once, The Boss was nothing but a chubby named Chester with digestive issues. Once, Chester the Chub, as his classmates called him, was asked by his teacher to come to the front of the class and write the answer to some stupid fucking question on the board. Once, Chester the Chub farted in front of the class and everyone laughed. Once. On that day, Chester the Chub died. The Boss slit his throat and killed him. Oh, it took years before the changes were complete, but on that day, Chester the Chub died and The Boss was born. He ate a higher fiber diet and started working out. And by the time he dropped out of high school when he was 17, he not only had sheet as long as his arm, but he had an arm that could crush a few skulls if need be. And that’s what he did. He’d taken note of every motherfucker who’d laughed at him that fateful day. Although they didn’t remember “The Fart” as it became emblazoned in The Boss’ mind, he did. And he had the sheet to prove it. The Boss shook his head and spat on the floor. He’d be well and truly fucked if he was going to sit in his office musing about his oh so humble beginnings while Eliza was out there fucking some asshole. Whoever this guy was, he was about to get one helluva wakeup call. Usually, it was other people who came to The Random House needing something. And whatever they needed, The Boss could get – if they could pay the price. This time though, The Boss was the one in need. This time, it was The Boss who needed to find someone. Only, The Boss figured he wouldn’t be the one paying the price. This time, Eliza and her fuckwad of a new boyfriend would pay that price. And The Boss was going to make sure he collected every last fucking cent. Right after he ate a few more Gas-X. The Epic of Bloggermesh Chapter 7 Indi297 Thinking to himself, I don't need this shit anymore. Why do I do this day in and day out? Why do I have a fucking for a girlfriend? Why do I constantly have to deal with these shit-heads at work? Isn't that why I pay these fuckhead managers to take care of this shit that I am dealing with every day? Scratching his chin and belching, that's it, I'm done, he exclaimed. Eliza can go to hell and take her fuckwad boyfriend with her. Oh she will get hers, trust me and it will not be pretty. The Boss has decided he wanted out for a couple weeks. He needs to clear his aching head, retreat and regroup. Then and only then can he deal with Eliza properly. Stinking bitch he thinks to himself while he is picking up the phone to call the travel agent. Yeah hi it’s me, is Sandy there? Yes I am going on travel that is why I am on the phone calling a “travel agency”, is she there or not? Fine I'll hold. First class is always the way to go. Leg room, superior service, better food, blankets, yeah this is the life. Across the isle is a beautiful blond crying. The Boss takes and hates to see a woman cry. Under his gruff exterior is a soft spot for women, so he leans over and says excuse me Miss, are you alright? She looks at him and cries even harder. He gets up and walks over and sits down next to her. Is there anything I can do Miss? She leans into his chest bawling her eyes out and finally starts to calm down where she can speak. I'm so sorry Mr, my husband just left me for a younger woman, I'm filing for divorce and flying to Hawaii. She starts again, he puts his arm around her and lets her cry it out. They both wake up when the plane is starting its descent. He goes back over to his seat and buckles in. She mouths the words thank you. My name is Stella. He says welcome, I'm Chester. Hawaii here I come he's thinking to himself. Off the plane, picking up luggage, and somehow missing the stunning blond in the airport. Shit he's thinking to himself, he should have found out what hotel she was staying at. Oh well, walking outside, he gets laid and there is a car waiting for him. Thank God for Sandy he thinks to himself, she is always on the ball. The hotel is huge. Palm trees everywhere, and I have best room on the property overlooking the ocean. Man I could get used to this. He puts his bags on the bed and opens the sliding glass doors. He walks out onto the balcony. Grabs a cigarette out of his pocket and lights one up. What a fucking paradise! Damn I have not had agida since I left, what does that tell ya? The Epic of Bloggermesh Chapter 8 Jules1590 The Boss let out a long exhale, his blue eyes squinting slightly, as he watched the gray smoke curl and fade up into the warm tropical air. It seemed that one heavy exhale released all the lurid shit that was going on in his world and seemed hell bent on stirring up the acid in his stomach. Away went that bitch-slut Eliza and her pretty boy toy, (he’ll mete out some divine retribution when the time was right, if the Boss was anything, he was patient). Also with it went the imbeciles he was employing who couldn’t take a dump without asking whether they should wipe or not and the threat of the buy-out from that asshole Roberson. He had a grudging respect for his business acumen and ruthlessness, but still hated the fuck nonetheless. Chester rested a well-muscled shoulder against the cool marble tile and peered out over the lush foliage, palm trees and the turquoise surf of Hanalei Bay in the distance. Wow, what a view. Two weeks… yes, two weeks in paradise to regroup, clear his head, re-charge, unwind and maybe have a little fun. Visions of getting laid by one of the tawny island natives danced in his head and caused a slight thickening in his trousers. Fuckn Eliza, she practically sucked the life out of his cock, it was good to feel that old familiar stirring again. Yeah, he needed this trip alright. He placed the cigarette between his lips and quickly unloosened the buttons on his shirt. He was itching to feel the warm sun on his bare chest and soak it in. The lines in the Boss’s face smoothed out as he stripped, yeah… that’s what I’m talking about. He stood on the balcony in his grey boxer briefs and black socks. He looked around and muttered, “ I gotta get rid of this butt.” Not seeing anything, he ground it out against the balcony wall and flicked it over the side shrugging, “Whatever.” Turning to walk back into the cool room, he caught the flash of blonde hair and amused green eyes over the 4 foot balcony wall of the adjoining room. It brought him up short, he recognized those haunting eyes. They had been red-rimmed from anguished tears of betrayal and divorce on the plane ride over the Pacific. It was Stella; the beauty with the great legs who he had consoled and offered a kind and empathetic ear to. Hell, he was a sucker for a woman’s tears. Shaking his head at her, he smiled warmly at her and challenged, “What are YOU lookin at?” She laughed, “YOU. Too lazy to find a fuckn ashtray?” He grinned broadly. Sassy. He liked that. Chester also liked the fact that her spirits were up. Maybe the view and the breeze were recuperative for her as well. She didn’t seem the least bit perturbed that he was standing there in nothing but his drawers, in fact, she was boldly eyeing him up and down, and settling on the growing bulge in his now quite snug shorts. Damn she was a hot piece. He crossed his arms over the broad expanse of his chest, bulging out his biceps, and leaned against the wall and shrugged, “No, not lazy at all. If they wanted me to put out my cigarette in my approved cigarette smoking hotel room, they would supply their guests with a fucking ashtray on their fucking balcony, now wouldn’t they?” She laughed again; it was a low sultry laugh. I bet she laughed like that on purpose. It was very sexy. She said lightly, “Nice black socks.” Oh yeah, he liked her alright. Thoughts of going native with one of the locals flew out the window. Miss. Stella would do very nicely and he could be very comforting to a woman who was looking for a Rebound Guy. He’d been Rebound Guy on plenty of occasions and certainly the ladies were very appreciative of his attentions. He raised a sardonic brow, “Yeah, you like my black socks eh? They go rather nice with my grey drawers don’t they?” She bit her lower lip and smiled through it, wow, that’s sexy. “Hmmmm… Can’t really tell how well they match from here.” The Epic of Bloggermesh Chapter 9 smartasswoman Chester growled, “Would you like a closer look?” and Stella purred back, “Why, yes.” He vaulted over the four foot wall with alacrity and strolled next to her. With smoldering eyes she admired his strong biceps, barrel chest, and tree trunk thighs. She stepped closer. Throwing caution to the wind, he wrapped an arm around her, reaching up to grab a handful of her long blond hair and grip it firmly. This lassie wasn’t going anywhere. She relaxed against his strong arm and gazed into his eyes. He bent his head down to kiss her neck and inhaled her intoxicating fragrance. Planting little kisses he worked his way up her neck and then finally put his mouth over hers. Her lips were lush and soft, and her breath was sweet. Their lips melted against each other. Boldly she reached down and lightly raked her long red fingernails against the bulge in his boxer briefs. He groaned and instantly went from a mild swelling to rock hard. This was no time for subtlety and finesse – his free hand dove inside the plunging neckline of her dress to explore the treasures within. Her breasts were perfectly shaped and sized, firm, and her nipples promptly stood at attention and saluted him. Meanwhile Stella’s hand had transformed from a light raking across his crotch to a firm grip. Dropping her hair, he slid his hand under her dress and moved it up her satin thigh. Sneaking ever higher, he felt silky panties….and…a bulge where no bulge should be! “GAH!” He leapt backward about three feet, with a blinding flash of insight into why Stella’s husband had divorced “her”. Tears sprung into Stella’s eyes. Before he had a chance to leap back across the balcony wall with twice as much alacrity as the first time, Stella’s hotel room door was kicked in. Four black-clad figures wearing black masks rushed in and grabbed Chester and Stella. As Chester struggled with his two attackers, he thought, “Crap! Never thought I’d be so grateful to be interrupted by a ninja attack!” Chester was a strong man and an accomplished fighter, but eventually the ninjas overpowered him. He was pushed into a straight backed chair, which was placed back to back with another straight backed chair, where Stella was being held down by the other two ninjas. Lengths of rope were wrapped around and around them, until the two of them were tied firmly together. Chester whispered furiously out of the side of his mouth, “So, did you piss off these dudes too by pulling your little crying game on them?” Stella whispered back with equal fury, “I don’t know what the hell this is about!” The seeming leader of the ninjas bent down and put his lips up against Chester’s ear. Gross! What were the chances that not one, but two dudes would come on to him in the space of ten minutes? Imagine his surprise and shock when a distinctly feminine, hauntingly familiar voice said, “Now, Chester….now you will pay.” The Epic of Bloggermesh Chapter 10 bazzarKt07 Chester was stumped. He knew that voice, the slow undulating way she said “Now...” But he couldn’t place her... The leader of the masked ninjas, quietly instructed the group to leave the room. “I need to ready my toys for you, Chester. You were surprisingly easy to subdue, easier than I remember you being. You must contemplate the error of your ways as you wait. I’ll be back shortly...” And with that, the mysterious woman exited the hotel room with barely the sound of the latch clicking. “What the shit Chester?” Stella demanded, “Who are these people? Who was that woman? What have you gotten me into!? Oh God I’m too young to die!” She hung her head and loudly sobbed, tears and mucus sloppily sliding down her make-up caked face. Her mascara ran clear down to her chin, as it faded away the slightly more masculine features became apparent. “Her” mask was gone. Chester sat, in his bindings, still. Without even attempting to struggle out of the rope wound tightly around them both, he knew it would be a futile attempt. These people, whoever they were, meant business. He was deep in thought, “Who would hate me so much to do this? Who have I wronged? What is her name.Denise...Diane...Dana...Danielle...Daphne... I know it starts with a D somehow, but who?!” Chester and Stella sat there for what seemed like hours in near silence, neither one speaking for fear of worsening the situation. Chester kept running over the list of possibilities in his head...”Toys, which one liked to play with toys...Oh Diane was such a kink. Loved to have her little asshole played with. Lightly lube up the cotton-candy pink butt plug, secretly pop it in right after I plunged into her wet pussy, she always liked that surprise. And Dana had the riding crop and quirt collection she prefered to have used on her, oh the chocolate-brown studded handle one, brings back memories. The little yelps she would let out right after it kissed her skin, barely leaving a pink welt on her perfectly shaped apple ass. Danielle was too innocent to have anything hiding under her bed, surely. Now Daphne, Daphne never met a toy she didn't like. If she could own a smut store I bet she would. The drawers of vibes, dildos, plugs, restraints, costumes, damn that girl loved to play with her toys. I always loved to see how creative she could gett, there were some great ones. The victorian corset with the nipple clamps built-in. The conservative secretary with the double penetrating panties she wore while sucking me off. God that was some good head” All the while Chester was reliving the list of suspects, his arousal grew at his fond memories. Straining against his boxers, beginning to peer out of the buttoned opening his cock kept growing and throbbing to its full potential. If only Chester knew what the masked woman had in store for him, she waited until he was fully aching with want before would step foot in the room again. Make him sweat a little. The Epic of Bloggermesh Chapter 11 Formerlyknownas She was sure Chester was sweating in the other room, she was more than happy to let him sweat, she was rather upset that he hadn't been able to place her. She was going to make him squirm a while longer. She wanted him to be uncomfortable. She just had to get rid of that woman, Stella, she was a whiny thing that one, she was surprised that Chester was with her, she really wasn't his type. She picked up the phone and told the masculine voice on the other end that the girl was his to do with as he pleased but that he needed to move her to a different cell. She figured she'd let him go remove Stella before heading into to deal with Chester. Chester tried to scan the room for a way out. The room had several doors, he was unsure if they were all exits or if there were other rooms connected to the chamber they were currently in. Stella was still whimpering behind him. Suddenly there was a noise behind the door to his right. A rather large masked man came into the chambers, he didn't utter a word, two more men followed behind him. None of them said a word, the larger man started to loosen the rope binding him to Stella, just as the rope was removed the other two men grab both Stella and Chester, The larger man took Stella, she tried to fight him but he was too strong, he subdued her quickly as the door closed tightly behind them. The man who was holding him started moving towards the door on the left, the other man opened the door. Chester was forcibly pushed into a chair with restraints at the wrist and ankles, the men secured him to the chair and exited the room. Chester heard the door lock securely behind the men. In the silence of this new room without the whimpers of Stella to mark time, Chester drifted off to sleep. The sound of the door to his new cell unlocking startled Chester awake. There she was, a mask still covered her face, but she was wearing little else. Chester struggled for clarity. She carried a bag with her, Chester started noticing the other furniture in the room as she placed the bag she was carrying on the table in the corner. She silently and carefully unloaded the contents of her bag onto the table, a flogger, a single tailed whip, several small bottles; the very last thing she removed she blocked from his view. He was surprised at how quickly she was at his side, in her hand she held a syringe, she pushed the needle quickly into his arm; Chester flinched at the sharpness of the pain and the burning sensation. Finally she spoke, this should make you more cooperative she said, and her voice was so damn familiar. She undid the restraints on the chair, Chester allowed himself to be led to the bed where she quickly restrained him at its four corners. She removed what little clothing she had on, Chester stared at her, she had an incredible body, why couldn't he place her? She moved slowly to the side of the bed. She removed Chester's clothing. She started to gently caressing his body, her touch felt familiar, and despite himself he found himself getting aroused. She turned her back to him and started removing her mask, but he couldn't make out her features in the dimly lit room. She climbed astride him and lowered her face to kiss his neck, as she got closer to his face the light finally hit her face. Chester recognized her just as whatever she had injected him with caused him to black out. The Epic of Bloggermesh Chapter 12 Gr8kissr Mother. She was Mother. The shock hit him hard. Even in his unconscious state, he could feel it course through his body as his muscles flexed to near breaking point. Just as he'd blacked out he'd felt her slide onto his cock, taking him in one swift motion as he'd simultaneously felt the probe being inserted into his anus. It was the probe that had done it. He'd felt a barely perceptible click before it had hit him. As his body relaxed and he felt himself slipping away again, a curser appeared as though suspended before him in the darkness. CHESTER____ Cyborg-Human Electro-Stasis Erotic Reanimation____ Unit 6/9 identified____ Connection to Mother established____ Disjointed memories flooded back with disturbing clarity. There had been the accident, the seemingly endless surgeries, the painful recoveries, and doctors reassuring him that there were no other options. He'd signed the papers in a semi-drugged state, just wanting the pain to go away. They'd told him that it was his only option. He would die, but he'd be held in electro-stasis until such time as they could rebuild what he had lost. What was most disturbing was that he'd remembered his death. He'd watched as though in a dream as they'd administered the drug, and though he'd slipped into unconsciousness, he'd heard them declare him deceased. He'd then listened in horror as he'd heard a female voice say "good, the other five have failed, let's hope this unit makes it through." just as he'd faded into oblivion. Hers had been the first face he'd seen upon reanimation. Her naked body pressed against him, enveloping his manhood as a probe had been removed. He'd been confused, but knew he had a purpose. Inexplicably he knew he was here for her pleasure and thrust into her. She had leant her head back and moaned before striking him across the face with a riding crop. That had been his introduction to Mother. Though he'd been programmed to obey her commands, he'd still needed to be trained. Half his brain was still intact, he'd heard them say, and that half needed to learn by traditional means. He was a blank slate, they'd said, the perfect pleasure slave. By day he was put through the ropes, sometimes literally. He was alternately programmed then instructed on subservience, how to please his master. But by night, he was haunted by increasingly vivid dreams, waking up in a cold sweat to find himself being regarded by Mother, a curious and concerned look on her face. She was not an overtly cruel woman, even though she brutalized his body at times. She was tender as well, taking him into her mouth as a reward when he learned new skills, riding him to earth shattering orgasms when he mastered them. He was, by some definition then, a Mother fucker. A cyborg-zombie motherfucker according to the guards outside his stasis chamber, who'd all worn leather masks to disguise their features and to keep up the appearance that the lab was in fact a professional Dominatrix's residence. But his dreams didn't cease. In fact they became ever more vivid and detailed. They were of a normal life, or what his human side deemed to be normal. He had a vague recollection of another name; John, or possibly Jason. He dreamed of riding the open road along the coast on a vintage Triumph motorcycle, the wind whipping his coat as he took each corner faster than the next; of a woman named Clara, a blonde, short haired little pixie who liked to bite. He dreamed of freedom; the freedom to do as he chose. And he dreamed of an accident, though the details of that seemed to elude him at the time. So he ran. Though it was against all he'd been programmed for, he ran. He had pried himself out of the stasis chamber and escaped through the skylight using the ropes Mother had used to constrain him during his training. He'd been impressed with the power in his robotically modified legs as he leapt from the rooftop to the adjoining building, and reveled in the joy of soaring through the air as he leapt to the next. What he hadn't calculated on was his lack of depth perception. With only one biological eye, and the other not quite calibrated correctly, he'd found himself descending just shy of the third edifice, and crashing through the window of a seventh floor apartment. As these memories flooded back to him, he felt another jolt. The cursor disappeared, his vision cleared and he found himself once again staring into her eyes. He acquiesced to his desire to thrust deeply inside of her and was once again rewarded with a shot from her riding crop. Just like old times. He looked around. There was no sign of Stella or anyone else in the room. "Hello Mother" he said. "Hello Chester," she replied. "You've been a bad little mother fucking cyborg –zombie, haven't you? Then all hell broke loose. |
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....it's good to know you have the time to waste on these type of ventures. You could also be working out.  "My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer to embrace an early death." -Tupac Shakur
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....it's good to know you have the time to waste on these type of ventures. You could also be working out.
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I'm not sure what you mean, or I might have an answer.
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Amazing how much it changed...Not a bad collective effort though. It does make me wonder though how it would have turned out if everyone had the whole story in front of them for continuity. Fun none the less.  I make mistakes, I am out of control & at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. ~Marilyn
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Amazing how much it changed...Not a bad collective effort though. It does make me wonder though how it would have turned out if everyone had the whole story in front of them for continuity. Fun none the less. 
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I love it! 
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I love it!
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quite interesting collection...i had a fun doing this.. "The Boss loudly passed gas. “Fucking burrito,” he thought to himself..."...man...leave it Karl... 
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quite interesting collection...i had a fun doing this.. "The Boss loudly passed gas. “Fucking burrito,” he thought to himself..."...man...leave it Karl...
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Eh... It had its run. I wanted to keep it within the minion ranks from the beginning, so that we could enjoy the final product here. We still can... It just doesn't have an ending.
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I don't care what Division says, that was genuinely entertaining. (What the hell? Don't read the fucking thing, dude. Really, it won't hurt our feelings.) You're right - it does need an ending but it was amazing how it generally fit together, despite the twists and turns. I think we could use your idea on how it was created for a final (albeit slightly longer) final chapter. Each writer gets two or three sentences - same process as before. We only see the small bit that was written by the person before. Everybody knows it's a concluding paragraph, so we have the idea of tying things up in mind, but we get a similar effect of strange twists and turns. I'm down for a concluding paragraph. karlbloggerfeld - Dry-humping your legs since 2007.
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I don't care what Division says, that was genuinely entertaining. (What the hell? Don't read the fucking thing, dude. Really, it won't hurt our feelings.) You're right - it does need an ending but it was amazing how it generally fit together, despite the twists and turns. I think we could use your idea on how it was created for a final (albeit slightly longer) final chapter. Each writer gets two or three sentences - same process as before. We only see the small bit that was written by the person before. Everybody knows it's a concluding paragraph, so we have the idea of tying things up in mind, but we get a similar effect of strange twists and turns. I'm down for a concluding paragraph.
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I wondered what happened to this thing...thanks for posting it! And agreed, so typical for Karl to post a chapter about farting   
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