Faries

Rolling her eyes in delight, she handed the fairy to Mona and watched her reaction as she sucked hesitantly. When Mona gasped in delight, everyone reached for a tiny fairy of their own.
Mona took a second turn, then handed the fairy back to Fiona. “The fairies seem to like that,” Mona said, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.

“They are bred to it. It takes ten years to get a fairy from Alluvia. They only live to be three years old before they die. This is probably the third generation which has been milked for it’s honey. They get used to it,” Fiona shrugged before taking another sip. “Oh, oh, she’s dry,” Fiona said, dropping the little female back into the box.

“Oh look, the male has nothing to say,” Fiona teased, looking at the male holding the twistum in his hands. His face was red, his eyes bulged in hate, and suffocation. He was barley able to breathe.

“Fiona, you promised to fuck me,” Jill said, holding up the Sensarator.
“I don’t remember that, but if Mona doesn’t mind fucking Freda, I guess I can slum for a night.”
“Oh you bitch,” Jill teased. She suddenly held her hands over her ears. Fiona felt as if somebody was piercing her brain with a pin. It took only a moment to realize it was the shout of pain, coming from a fairy. She swirled until her eyes lit on the fairy in Mat’s hands. Latoya looked on in anger and regret. Her eyes met Fiona’s and she shrugged helplessly.

Mat was holding a fairy upside down, simply jabbing her ass with a straw. She screamed as he tried to force it inside, with no finesse or lubricant.

“Get the fuck out of my apartment,” she said in a cold voice.

“Hey, I don’t need this shit,” he said, dropping the fairy and the straw on the table. They watched in horror as the fairy dropped twice her own height to the table, then rolled of and hit the floor, far below. Fiona raised her eye coldly and looked death at Mat. He shrugged with a crooked “what the fuck can you do about it” smile.

“House, if he is not out the front door in 30 seconds, kill him,” she said unblinkingly. He lost the smile and turned, sprinting for the front door.

“You brought him here, Latoya, you can leave with him. We may talk later,” she said, nodding toward the door.
“He could make things rough for us,” Mona said in a worried voice.
“Not a chance. House, contact Captain Richardson and tell him I have a new crewmember for deep space exploration. Make it a 20 year tour.”
“Very well.”
“Now, let’s enjoy ourselves.”
“The fairy is gone,” Jill said, pointing at the floor.
“She must be still alive,” Fiona said in wonder. “I will have the house track her down later. In the meantime, the honey is kicking in and I need to fuck something.”
“Oh me,” Jill said excitedly.
“Fuck something, suck something, suck fomething,” Freda mumbled. Her eyes were huge, her smile vacant and stupid.

“What the fuck is wrong with her?” Fiona demanded.
“She tried the other honey,” Jill whispered. “She’s blown out of her mind.”
“Damned, I’m losing party guests by the dozens,” Fiona said, staring into Freda’s unblinking eyes. “Jill, do you want to give or receive?”
“Oh give,” she said in excitement. She lifted her dress and spread her legs. With a little adjustment she shoved the internal end of the Sensarator into her pussy. She gasped as it filled her to the breaking point.

“It feels so real,” she gasped, stroking her new penis.
“It is, in a way. It’s patterned after organ replacement technology. Something similar is used for men who lose their penis, or women who want one. This is a temporary version. You remove it by twisting gently to the right,” Fiona said as she allowed Don to rip her dress to shreds. She stood naked in front of her guests, as an incentive for them to begin. It took only a moment before they were all naked.

Don knelt in front of Freda, going down on the unknowing woman while she sat looking around in a daze. Fiona knew why Don had chosen Freda, even though she was hallucinating. She was the sexiest woman in the room. Fiona planned on going down on Freda herself later. In the meantime, she bent over the floating table top. The table was cold against her stomach and breasts, but heated up quickly. Jill knelt behind her sexy ass and applied her mouth to Fiona’s rounded cheeks and delicious pussy. Fiona melted into the table, as the honey enhance sensations started a raging fire throughout her quivering body. She opened her eyes and looked at the cage. She saw the male still holding onto the twistum, but his eye were on her naked body. She noticed that his cock was hard, beneath his loincloth. So he was human after all, she thought as Jill worked diligently in her upturned pussy.

Mona was sitting alone, stroking her pussy as she watched he action around the room.
“Mona, release the little bastard,” Fiona nodded toward the little male. Mona nodded and released the wire. She watched as the little male fell to his knees with his hands around his throat. He turned and pointed toward the drinks. Fiona gasped in surprise. Mona slid a glass of ale through the opening in the top. He tipped it toward himself and drank, then urged the females to drink as well. He seemed to notice the missing female for the first time.

Fiona was bouncing on the table top now as Jill fucked her wet pussy with wild abandon. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, as the sensations seemed to intensify and travel through her body, similar to when she’d had a fever in the past, but much more pleasant. Even jerking on the table caused her breasts to bounce and vibrate pleasantly, against the smooth surface of the table. She turned and watched Freda beginning to gasp and cry as her pussy heated up enough to bring her back to reality. She rubbed Ron’s hair fondly, as he nursed on the wet flesh between her legs. She raised each leg and placed them on Ron’s back, opening her pussy for even better access. Ron’s shapely ass began to interest Mona. With the Sensarator wet from her own saliva, she positioned herself behind his ass and pressed the tip against his asshole. Her jerked upright for a moment, waiting. Mona eased in and out a few times, then pushed. She slid easily up inside his ass. He moaned in pain and pleasure, then resumed his place between Frieda’s legs, lapping and sucking diligently.

While fucking Don’s ass, Mona reached forward and captured Frieda’s breasts in her hands. She twisted and pulled her pink nipples. Frieda cried out, holding Mona’s hands against her chest. In a moment Frieda began her first orgasm. She screamed and withered on Don’s mouth and Mona’s hands, until she grew quiet. Don rested his mouth on her pussy, simply waiting for her pussy to desensitize. The huge dildo bludgeoning his ass forced him to resume his pussy feast.
“What a fucking party,” Jill said as she felt her loins heating up. She knew her orgasm was just moments away. But with her unusual new equipment it was hard to tell how close that Fiona was. She got her answer as they both began to scream and gyrate, her with her penis inside Fiona’s pussy and Fiona who reached back and battered her own clit to intensify her orgasm. It was huge, but she wanted more.

Everyone fell back to rest in assorted lewd poses. Don had a raging hardon which needed to be tended too. Nobody was beyond craving another orgasm. Time passed as each man or woman eyed they others, making their choices.

“My turn,” she Fiona, turning and twisting Jill’s penis to the right. It deflated and pulled out easily.
“Oh,” Jill said in disappointment.
“Don’t worry, you can take one home with you,” Fiona smiled. “You all can,” she said, looking at her party guests.
“Oh look,” Jill cried, pointing at the cage. The male had Fiona’s female bent over on her hands and knees. He was fucking her brutally.
“They are getting into the spirit of the party,” Fiona laughed. “It’s a good thing, because I’m going to castrate that little bastard after the party.”
“Ouch,” Don said, slapping his legs closed.

“Oh no you don’t,” Frieda said, prying his legs open and seating herself on his huge cock. She gasped in pleasure as it sank between her sensuous hot pussy lips. Don could barely restrain his gasp of pleasure as her hot flesh enfolded his throbbing rod of flesh. He nearly exploded immediately. By concentrating on other things he managed to hold off for several minutes.
“Hey, no fair, I wanted to ride his cock,” Fiona said, to Don’s intense excitement. Fiona was one hot bitch.

“Never fear, use this,” Frieda said, inserting the rear of the inflatable cock into his mouth. His eyes bugged out as it swelled to fill his mouth and throat. Frieda quickly twisted and pulled the dildo from his mouth, with a giggle. Don spat and cursed while he caught his breath.
“You fucking bitch,” he gasped, feeling his throat. “You could have killed me.”
“I would never kill anyone with such a lovely cock,” she said, placing a hand on his pale, sweating cheek.

The party went well. Orgasm after orgasm led to even more excitement, more experimentation. The magical elixir produced by the fairies served the party well. They fucked and sucked with wild abandon. The party guests began leaving, one after the other until only Fiona Campbell lay exhaust on the over-changing colors of the floor. She finally passed out right there in the middle of her living room. She ignored the strange noises, as did her house. He was programmed to defend against menaces outside of the apartment. He ignored what when on inside.

She stirred slightly when a dish fell to the floor, murmured then went back to sleep. Small shadows seemed to move in the darkened room, perhaps a mouse or even a rat. It was said that there had been a sharp increase in the rat population in the past 50 years. They even spread to other planets with the humans. On Reigel they had mutated into a large predatory animal and become a major food source for the natives there.

Latoya Indasay shook out her wet hair and seated herself in front of the hairdresser. The mechanical arm vibrated her hair into place as she pulled the phone from a slot near her right hand.

“Fiona Campbell,” she said in a melodious voice.
She listened as the phone rang repeatedly. The house finally came on line.
“Yes?”
“Where is Fiona?” Latoya said, brushing the annoying arm out of her face.
“She is reclining on the living room floor,” the house said calmly.
“What? Are you sure?”
“Assuredly.”
“Is she asleep?”
“One moment… I…” he said hesitantly.
“Well?”
“She appears to be dead,” he said in obvious confusion.
“What!”
“She…”
“Never mind. Contact the authorities.”
“Very well.”
“Wait. Did she record the activities of the night?”
“No,” again there was hesitation in his voice.
“I know Fiona, and know her well. She did record the party, didn’t she.”
“She… yes.”
“Erase it. Erase it immediately.”
“I’m not sure…”
“I am. She would never want news of the party to leak out. Where are the fairies?”
“They appear to be gone. I have recorded a guest leaving the party long after all guests had departed. Perhaps…”
“It was them. Great. Destroy that tape before the police arrive. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, I will comply.”
“Good, thank you,” she said, closing the phone.
“What a fucking mess,” she mumbled, shaking her head.”
“Perhaps if you would stand still, the outcome would be more pleasant,” the mechanical hairdresser said.
“Oh shut the fuck up,” she shouted, slapping the mechanical arm out of her face.

“I don’t understand,” Police Lieutenant Quan said, looking at the room. He had been excited about investigating a murder at Number One Genova Complex. He had never been in one of the magical apartments before. He had started out by gawking from room to room, until he came to the naked body of the beautiful young victim. Now he was all business. He glanced at Sergeant Enriquez and squinted in puzzlement.

“One hot fucking bitch,” he said with a slight smile.
“She’s cold now,” Enriquez said. He still had a hardon, her cold white body was absolute perfection. He wished that he had the money to remake his wife into a hot bitch like this.
“Get that fucking thing out of her mouth,” Quan said, turning away.
“Hasn’t been scanned yet. Besides, with her mouth open so wide and frozen in place, she would be just as obscene without a beat up sensarator in her mouth.”
“It seems a rich bitch like her could afford a new one,” Quan said.
“I believe it became beat up as a result of her murder,” a fat man said as he huffed up to the murdered woman.
“What?” Quan asked in surprise. He knew Henry Johnson, he was a lab rat who worked in forensics.

“A sensarator uses new and dangerous technology. Suppose somebody beat, cut and burned your cock like that, what would happen to you?”
“I’d probably die of a heart attack,” Quan said, grabbing his cock.
“Exactly. To her that was just as real. She felt every cut, burn and bruises. I imagine her heart gave out on her. Essential she was tortured to death.”
“But who would do that?” Enriquez asked. He blushed as he realized that it was his job to find out.

“House, is there a record of this event?” Quan asked the house at large.
“Negative.”
“Do you have a list of visitors?”
“Negative. The mistress turned off my recording option for the benefit of privacy.”
“Too bad,” Quan said, staring around the room. “Take her out,” he said to Henry. “It’s a damned waste,” he said as he gawked at her perfect frozen white breasts as they put her on a stretcher and covered her cold body. “A horrible fucking waste.”