Bride of the Beast
I've published eight ebooks and that's been enjoyable, but I like to do other writing things too. For the past few days I've been writing a story, a paragraph daily, on my Google Plus account. This one does not contain the usual romance, instead it is sort of alien fantasy/erotica.
The plot is about a female from one tribe, Borks, who is captured by a man from another tribe, Grolls, for the purpose of being impregnated. The twist on this old cliche is that the Grolls are empaths and the males are able to control the emotions of the female Borks by using empathy. The female Grolls are not quite sentient, but they are captured by male Borks for the same purpose; impregnation. Children born in the Bork tribe from a Groll mother are treated as lower status caste members by those who were born of Bork mothers.
The Bork women have two birthing uterus's. The front one will birth male children and the rear will birth female children. Bork women have two breasts each containing four nipples. This makes them a good choice as Groll mothers, because a Groll impregnation will usually result in 4 to 7 children.
In effect, there is a symbiotic relationship between these two tribes.
Here is what I've written so far.
I began each morning by applying Stinging Juice to the four nipples on my right breast. The Stinging Juice caused them to spring upright and to stay that way for most of the day, thereby making my right breast appear to be more level with my left breast, whose nipples always protruded in a proud manner, never drooping.
I was unmated, so I was not allowed to adorn the large knobs of my nipples with rings or with other jewelry. In rebellious response I had asked my co-sister to print parts of my body with the words and images of our tribe and with other images I thought admirable. She used thorns from the jacten plant to achieve this. I could tell, from my mother’s empathetic pulse, that she disapproved of this.
I always woke happy because of her empathetic pulses, and the first thing I did every morning, after my ablutions, was to check the water and food level in my mother’s cage and to make sure these were sufficient for the day ahead. Sometimes I would find a jacten fruit beforehand, and I would feed it to my mother while stroking the soft fir on her belly.
Some of us were agitating for a long hollow canyon to be set aside as areas in which mothers who were Grolls could roam freely. We hated having to keep our mothers in cages, no matter how large the cage. Naturally, most of us agitating for this change had been conceived from a Groll mother. Most of those who had been conceived from mothers of our tribe, the Borks, were not sympathetic to our wishes, since our mothers were barely sentient, whereas theirs were completely sentient, though sometimes ignorant.
The plot is about a female from one tribe, Borks, who is captured by a man from another tribe, Grolls, for the purpose of being impregnated. The twist on this old cliche is that the Grolls are empaths and the males are able to control the emotions of the female Borks by using empathy. The female Grolls are not quite sentient, but they are captured by male Borks for the same purpose; impregnation. Children born in the Bork tribe from a Groll mother are treated as lower status caste members by those who were born of Bork mothers.
The Bork women have two birthing uterus's. The front one will birth male children and the rear will birth female children. Bork women have two breasts each containing four nipples. This makes them a good choice as Groll mothers, because a Groll impregnation will usually result in 4 to 7 children.
In effect, there is a symbiotic relationship between these two tribes.
Here is what I've written so far.
I began each morning by applying Stinging Juice to the four nipples on my right breast. The Stinging Juice caused them to spring upright and to stay that way for most of the day, thereby making my right breast appear to be more level with my left breast, whose nipples always protruded in a proud manner, never drooping.
I was unmated, so I was not allowed to adorn the large knobs of my nipples with rings or with other jewelry. In rebellious response I had asked my co-sister to print parts of my body with the words and images of our tribe and with other images I thought admirable. She used thorns from the jacten plant to achieve this. I could tell, from my mother’s empathetic pulse, that she disapproved of this.
I always woke happy because of her empathetic pulses, and the first thing I did every morning, after my ablutions, was to check the water and food level in my mother’s cage and to make sure these were sufficient for the day ahead. Sometimes I would find a jacten fruit beforehand, and I would feed it to my mother while stroking the soft fir on her belly.
Some of us were agitating for a long hollow canyon to be set aside as areas in which mothers who were Grolls could roam freely. We hated having to keep our mothers in cages, no matter how large the cage. Naturally, most of us agitating for this change had been conceived from a Groll mother. Most of those who had been conceived from mothers of our tribe, the Borks, were not sympathetic to our wishes, since our mothers were barely sentient, whereas theirs were completely sentient, though sometimes ignorant.
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