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Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in ual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
How is George handling the waiting? Anna knew her son was longing to return to her arms. But the Zaals were stuck with many floors between them. She hoped Constance was a good companion for George. There were still hours and hours to wait while the autodoc healed Lillian.
Anna sequestered herself in a random room on floor one hundred fiftyfive. She barricaded the door and sat to wait. She tried reading a novel for a little while, but she couldn’t focus. She watched something on the feed, but she quickly turned it off. What if, instead of poor Delores, it had been Lillian? What if her son hadn’t valiantly carried his sister down so many flights of stairs and taken her to the autodoc?
What had happened to her husband? Ernest looked horrible. Somehow, when he visited the base of the tower with Ms. El Rashidi, he became infected. Is there a cure?
“OcĂ©ane, if we bring my husband to an autodoc, can you remove his infection? Can you bring him back to being Ernest Zaal again?” Anna bit her lip immediately. She knew she wasn’t going to like the answer.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Zaal.” OcĂ©ane lowered her voice in sympathy. “The probability of successfully treating him is low. I don’t know what the pathogen is or how it has manifested. I don’t understand the Newest Guest. That being is completely beyond anything in my databases.”
“Yes… okay.” Anna flopped on the bed and buried her face in a pillow. She wouldn’t give up hope. Maybe they could capture Ernest and bring him back to Earth. I’m being delusional. We don’t know if he’s contagious. That wouldn’t work.
She forced her mind to turn away from such grim realities. Instead, she thought about how her heroic son was most likely passing the time. She imagined him and Constance playing games of twenty questions. Or maybe exchanging tennis stories.
~~
“Oh… gods… you’ve taken me… from my cheating… husband.” Constance rode her eighteenyearold companion. Her hips undulated, rubbing her clit against him rather than bouncing. She had found he hit the most perfect buttons deep inside her with that movement. “Ohhhh… shit… I am… a new woman… now. Changed… forever.” She held her wedding ring between her index finger and thumb, showing it to George. “See this… besmirched token? I wasn’t supposed to… show it to you… or anyone. But… ugh… ugh… ugh… but… if you ask me to… uuuuggghhhhhhh… I’ll give it to you… or… toss it away.”
“You’re mine… uuugghhhhh… now?” George alternated his focus between her crazed eyes, the shiny ring, and her modest wobbling breasts.
“Yessssssss… I’m lost… to a teenager…” Constance didn’t actually believe it to be true. She certainly wasn’t going to propose marriage to George. He was wonderful, but she hadn’t gone insane. Indeed, it was more than likely that she would reconcile with her husband on their trip back to Earth. If they made it. In the moment, however, the large penis inside her had claimed her as its own. And no matter what her future held, she would find a way to replicate this pleasure. Even if she had to make Roy wear an artificial cock. That thought sent her over the edge. “Cumming… oooohhhhhh… you’re making me… cum again… eeeeiiiiiiiiii.”
George had his hand on her mouth before the screaming started. He waited for sentience to return to her eyes and the screams to become lingering moans before removing his hand. “You can toss aside… the ring. You won’t… be needing it… anymore.” He watched her fling with a fluid motion. Her hips switched to long, lunging bounces. She stared down at him with ferocity. He gazed lovingly up at her. “You look… epic… Mrs. Haversham.”
“Seed me… ugh… ugh… ugh… seed me… and finish… your conquest. Roy is… fading.” Constance rode harder, digging her fingernails into his chest. She noticed that hers weren’t the only marks there. He had tumbled with someone recently who had ridden him just like this. Was it his mother? “Seed… meeeeeeeeeeeee.”
“Cumming… Mrs…. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.” He thrust his hips up into her and dug his fingers into the lush crimson carpet of the waiting room.
“Oh… gods… oh… gods… oooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Constance flopped on top of him, losing control of her body. Another orgasm crashed down upon her when she felt the heat of his cum flood her womb.
George was too busy with his own climax to cover her mouth. It was lucky for them that there was no one in the hall at that moment, because the harmony of their grunts and cries pushed through the door.
~~
Grunting, snarling sounds came out of the open doors to the lagoon. Kapnos wore Constance’s body for the moment, because she was tall and strong, and also to hide her alien light until it was time. She dragged a large spool of flexible air hose behind her. The hose was made to attach to EV suits when they needed extra air, so it was strong, light, and flexible. Exactly what Kapnos needed.
She crept closer to the doors and peeked in. All three creatures were in the lagoon. They each wore bone armor. So it will have to be the hose and not my pistol. At least the hideous things weren’t in the rooms. That would make her task easier.
It was time. Kapnos checked the spool to make sure it would unwind smoothly. She took a deep breath and stepped out into the doorway. “HĂ©, bande d’enfoirĂ©s, prĂ©parezvous Ă vous noyer.”
The creatures were spread in three different spots, tearing up the boardwalk. Apparently, they hoped to find something hidden below the planks. They all turned toward her when she appeared, their eyes the only part of them not protected by human bone. The lead creature stepped in her direction. It was about twenty feet away. “Gggggrrrrrggghhhh?” It cocked its head and made a repetitive snorting sound. To Kapnos’s ears, it might have been a chuckle.
“Laugh it up.” Kapnos shed her copy of Constance. Immediately the room was filled with radiant, cerulean light. The creatures covered their eyes, and Kapnos ran, holding the end of the hose. She was fast and bright without a body, but also delicate. So, she made certain to keep clear of the creatures as she ran circles around them. She wound the hose around the first creature five times. Moving close enough to kick the struggling monstrosity, she gave it a firm shove with her foot. It fell into the lagoon and sank to the sandy bottom. A few bubbles rose to the surface, but the thing did not.
“Drink deeply, friend.” She grabbed the trailing end of the hose and moved to the second creature. It was quickly bound and at the bottom of the lagoon with its kin.
The third creature must have understood her plan, because it didn’t wait for her and flail about like the other two. It ran away. But it was still blinded by her light. It tripped on hole in the boardwalk and tumbled into the lagoon. It splashed frantically as Kapnos ran circles around it, winding it with hose. Eventually, she pushed the thing toward deeper water, and it sank.
“Eeeewwwwwwww.” Kapnos looked back toward the first one. The water had turned black with the creature’s goo. Some body parts were floating on the surface, including its eyes. “We’re not going swimming in here again, that’s for sure.” The other creatures similarly burst under the surface. Soon, all six eyes were bobbing in the darkened water. She did not want to go wading in after them. “OcĂ©ane, can you have one of your bellmen retrieve the EV suits from two floors down and bring them here?”
“Yes, Oldest Guest,” OcĂ©ane said.
“Thank you. If they can keep vacuum out, they can keep goo out.” Kapnos began the process of changing back to Gwendolyn Valentine.
~~
“My… gods… you’ve got a long cock.” Constance lay on the carpet curled up next to George. With her bare fingers, she held the fat head of his flaccid penis, pulling it upward to determine its length. “This was exactly what I needed. To think, if we had died up on one hundred fiftytwo, I would never have known this kind of .”
“Thank you for not dying, Mrs. Haversham.” George pulled the pin out of her messy hair and let it all fall free. He ran his hands through it. The burnished copper color was extraordinary, and the feel was like silk.
“I will endeavor to continue not dying, Mr. Zaal.” She expected a laugh to escape her. It was the sort of thing she said with a laugh. But their coitus and her dark journey through the hotel had left her exhausted. She continued to idly play with his soft cock, squeezing it, flopping it, and spinning it in circles. It was the perfect place for her focus. Everything else but him could wait.
“I must say, you are athletic. I couldn’t believe some of the things we did.” George twirled her hair around his fingers. The strands were damp with sweat and cum. “That scissoring thing was amazing.”
“Did my athleticism come as a surprise?” Constance let out a soft, snorting chuckle. There was the laugh. “Have you seen my matches?”
“You are every bit as graceful and coordinated bouncing on my cock as you are on the court.” George joined in her laugh. He rubbed her back, feeling the network of small, strong muscles under her freckled skin.
“The way you handled my pussy with your tongue…” She kissed his flat stomach. “No eighteenyearold girl taught you that. Be honest, your mother taught you how to do that.”
“She didn’t.” The thought of his mother teaching him to eat pussy made his cock hard. But she had been as surprised by his skill as Constance had been. The truth, of course, was even stranger. A millenniaold alien had tutored him in cunnilingus.
“Why does your cock stiffen at the mention of your mother?” Constance pumped him with her hand, watching in awe as his organ filled with blood. “We’ve shared our fluids, you can tell me. I’ll keep your secret.” She turned her head and met his gaze. He shook his head. She rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Do you know that Roy isn’t the only person I’ve roleplayed mother with? It’s a fantasy of mine. I didn’t think it really happened. If you and your gorgeous mother are doing something lurid, that would be like finding a third needle in the haystack of La Belle Ăle. So, please tell me. Are you and your mother having an affair?”
George nodded slowly.
“Hot damn!” Constance rolled onto her back and kicked her feet in the air several times. “I knew it! That’s amazing.” She rolled back to him and grasped his cock again, pumping faster now. “You’ve just kindled a blaze in my pussy. Can you fuck again?” She asked the question, but he was fully hard now. It was clear that he could.
“Can you? Are you too sore?” George marveled at the determination on her face. She looked like she had match point and was going in for the kill. “When Mom and I did it for the first time, she was very sore afterward.”
Constance shuddered. His words had an intoxicating effect on her. “Gods… Mr. Zaal… I’m imagining you just… destroying her little pussy. Just annihilating it. Did you hit her as hard from behind as you hit my… oncetight… gash?”
“Um… she and I are very vigorous.” George watched her mount him in reverse. He guessed she wasn’t too sore, because in seconds she was sliding down his cock again.
“Mr. Zaal?” Constance looked over her shoulder at him. “Do you like my ass?”
“It’s beautiful, Mrs. Haversham.” George nodded. He dug his fingers into the carpet again.
“Good. I wish you might be a bit more poetical with your praise, but good.” She nodded, still looking over her shoulder. She grimaced as he bottomed out inside her. She was quite sore, but the pain only heightened her sense of his size. Pleasure twisted about her, tightening its grip. “You may spank my ass as I ride you. And tell me… tell me that I’ve been a bad Mommy. That is… if you like.” She placed her hands on his knees and lifted her hips up… and up… and up. Gods… he’s so long that he’s still inside me. Any other man would have fallen out by now. She slammed her hips down, grunted, and did it again at a slightly faster pace. Her head turned forward, and she watched her tits dance as she found her rhythm.
“Gods… ugh… ugh… ugh… Mrs. Haversham.” He stared at the twin apples of her ass. She was built with so much more muscle than the other women he’d been with. Where their asses had rippled like the sea impacted by a meteor, Constance’s butt trembled in tight little waves, each cheek shaking as a unit.
“Spank me… Georgie… spank me… and tell me… I’m a bad… Mommy… for… giving into my son.” That was the first time she’d used his first name. Sweat beaded all over her body as she worked at a frenetic pace.
“Nah… ugh… ugh… I told you… I didn’t want to roleplay with you.” George thrust his hips up, matching the upswing of her hips. Their momentum carried them off the ground. He pushed her forward. She ended up on her hands and knees, his cock still buried in her pussy. He spanked her right ass cheek hard. There was a wonderful snap of skin on skin. Her ghostly cheek reddened instantly.
“Ooooohhhhhhhh… yesssssssss.” Her hips churned in little circles, moving his cock around deep inside her. “Ow!” She winced when he smacked her again. He was more forceful than Roy would have been with her. It was perfect.
“You’re a bad… uuggghhhhh… woman… Mrs. Haversham.” George pulled back and slammed his hips against her ass. He slapped her again with a loud crack. “You’re a bad wife… you threw your ring away for a teenager. You threw your marriage away… and let me cum in your pussy. You… seduced a younger man… while his sister lay in the next room.” She wasn’t even close to being a bad woman, but George was happy to lay it on thick.
“Oooohhhhhhhhh… yeeesssssss… I’m so bad… I’ve given myself… to you.” Constance was happy to let the young man behind her do whatever he liked. He was driving her to another orgasm. “I’ll… I’ll… give you… whatever you want… George… just keep… me… ooohhhhhhhhhh.” Her whole body vibrated with pleasure. “My pussy… is yours… my time… is… uuggghhhhh… yours. I’ll be… your girlfriend… when we get back… to Earth. You can… use me… like this… whenever you want. I’ll be… the perfect girlfriend… even your mom… will approve of… eeeeeiiiiiiiii.”
George reached forward and clasped his hand over her mouth again. He continued to slam her bucking body through her orgasm. It was wild to think about. The inimitable Constance Haversham as his girlfriend. What would his teammates on the high school tennis team think? He gently pulled back on her head, arching her back. Her long, red hair flowed wonderfully over her snowy skin. Of course, she would never be his girlfriend. But the thought of her showing up at his house for a date sent a delightful chill down his spine. “My mom is… always saying… I have to find myself a nice… girlfriend. Should I tell her… right now? She’d be… ugh… ugh… ugh… thrilled. She needs… some good news. What do you think… Constance?” It was probably time he started using her first name, too.
Coming down from her orgasm, Constance heard the words. Her brain, however, had trouble deciphering them. “Wh… wh… whhhhhhh?” Her speech was muffled. She wanted to look back at him, but he still held her head firmly with his hand over her lips. Her eyes rolled back. He was going to get her off again. She was experiencing her first train of climaxes.
“OcĂ©ane… ugh… ugh… ugh… send a message to… my mother.” George’s hips were a blur. The sound of their skin slapping and the wet squelching of Constance’s pussy filled the waiting room. “Tell her that I’ve found… uuuugghhhhh… a girlfriend. Tell her… Constance… Haversham… is mine now.”
“Mmmmmppphhhhhhh!” Constance would never be able to look Anna Zaal in the eye again. This teenager was about to declare them an item to his mother. The ecstasy of that moment was unparalleled. She completely lost herself in the next climax. “Eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiii.”
“Confirmed, Mr. Zaal,” OcĂ©ane said. “When should I send the message?”
“Cancel… message… OcĂ©ane… I was only… joking.” George’s hips went out of rhythm. His balls churned. He unloaded in the tennis champion’s pussy for the second time in as many hours.
~~
“Not here!” Roy was incensed. He’d gone to George’s old room on floor one hundred five just as Anna had said, but there was no one there. He checked the other rooms on the floor. All empty. “The bitch lied to me!” His voice echoed along the empty hall. He looked around with wide eyes but saw no one else. It wasn’t wise to draw attention to himself.
It probably would have made sense to leave the floor quickly after making such a loud noise, but this was his only lead. Roy went back to George’s room and carefully searched every inch of it. He could find no evidence that the boy, or Constance, had returned. Frustrated by the dissembling Zaals, he sat on the bed. He was about to scream again, when he heard a soft thumping from out in the hall. It slowly grew louder.
The door was closed, but not barricaded. He hadn’t expected to actually run into more of those things. Quietly, he eased his pistols into his hands, holding them akimbo. He stalked across the room and pressed his ear to the door.
Thump… thump… thump.
What in Hades is that? He could feel the vibrations from each beat. From the cadence, he deduced that they were footfalls. His pulse raced and sweat beaded on his forehead. Whatever was out there had way more mass than one of those scouts, even the armored version. Roy didn’t think the hotel possessed any massive robots. Why would it?
Thump… thump… thump. The sound became more distant.
He could barely feel the vibrations now. Whatever it was had passed him and was moving down the hall. If he had been brave, instead of smart, he might have opened the door a crack and peeked out. If he knew what the thing was, he could warn the others.
But, Roy didn’t need to risk his neck. He was safe for the moment, and he intended to keep it that way. He looked around the room and sighed. He didn’t want to stay in George Zaal’s room. But it would do for a while.
As quietly as he could, he barricaded the door. His stomach grumbled, but he’d worry about food later. Once his work was done, he flopped onto the bed and found one of Constance’s old matches on the feed. It was a beauty where she choked in the third set.
“I hope the maid has changed the sheets.” He rested his head on the pillow and watched tennis.
~~
The problem with wading into water in an EV suit was that Kapnos couldn’t tell which eye was the one they needed. She was too well protected. So, she carefully moved through each part of the lagoon where her enemies had perished and collected eyes.
Once that was accomplished, she gave Océane permission to clean up the remaining mess. Although, she doubted the lagoon would ever be the same again.
Stepping over broken planks, she made her way along the boardwalk, went into her old room, and with the EV suit still on, she washed the eyes thoroughly in the sink. She didn’t know if the creatures could spread the infection that had taken over Ernest. Or if maybe he had been infected when he visited the Newest Guest itself. Either way, Kapnos wasn’t taking chances.
Finally, the moment of truth came. She laid a spotless white towel on the bathroom counter and placed the disembodied eyeballs in a neat row. She let the optic nerves dangle off the side.
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