Chronos
‘The Crystal Cock of Chronos’ the so-called Priestess had called it. She held it before me and I couldn’t look away. Just the sight of it seemed to paralyze me. The transparent glass-like shaft was textured with veiny ridges that pulsed and moved across its surface as if alive. It glowed from within, and I could see tiny shapes inside the shaft moving around as well.
I didn’t remember how I got here – or where here was. Maybe I was dreaming, even though everything looked and felt completely real.
The phallus had a dagger-like grip and pommel, held tight in the Priestess’ fist as she rubbed my cheek with the head of it. It felt warm, almost hot against my skin. And wet, but where she drew it along, it didn’t leave any dampness on my skin.
I had to be dreaming.
She slid it down under my chin, collarbone, to the top of my shirt. Where the thing touched my clothes, the fabric simply disintegrated. I stood there, unable to move or utter a sound as she ‘cut’ away every stitch of clothing I had on. She chanted in an unfamiliar tongue as she did it, and the shaft rippled and pulsed with her words. I felt it even when I couldn’t see it. In fact, wherever it touched me, my skin tingled long after it had moved on.
Standing there completely nude, I was scared, but couldn’t even shiver. The Priestess surveyed me, then, using the cock like a pencil, or paintbrush, circled each of my breasts with the head of the shaft, spiraling in to rub each nipple, leaving them hard and tingling.
She pressed the cock down across my stomach to between my legs, sliding the undulating surface of the shaft along my vulva. I’d have flinched and jerked if I could, but stayed completely still as a horrific sexual thrill shot up my spine. I could feel myself getting wet in reaction to it, certainly the last thing I wanted. Though I couldn’t look down towards it, I saw the brightness emanating from it increased as it touched me there, illuminating the Priestess’ smiling face from below.
“It likes you,” she said. “Chronos likes you. He chooses you.”
She brought up her other hand and laid it on top of my head, pressing gently and chanting again. I found myself moving. Lowering to a kneeling position, then bending forward until I was on hands and knees. She’d kept the length of the phallus pressed against my slit as I moved, and the shifting surface made all my nerve endings dance.
When I was settled in my new position, she slid the shaft further, along my slit, and up between the cheeks of my ass. The ball at the base of the shaft now pressed against my pussy, It throbbed with a beat like a heart.
“Chronos! Accept your new vessel, bring forth your seed into our world.”
She still spoke that unknown language, but, somehow, now, I understood it. And the the implications of the chanted words sank in as she drew the cock down until the glans was nestled between my pussy lips.
“Chronos…” The Priestess said the word slowly, trailing the final syllable as she pushed the cock into me. Hot, writhing, hardness stretched and penetrated me deeper and deeper, and a low moaning sound escaped my lips. It wasn’t the scream I wanted to be making. It was sexual, erotic. It was sound of a woman being filled.
The living glass cock touched, then pushed firmly up against my cervix, and I’d never been so stuffed in my life, nor so stimulated. It was more than electric, and I didn’t stand a chance against it. My orgasm built unbelievably quickly and crashed over me, hard, yet nearly silently. The only sound I made was another small, breathy moan. A sound of complete sexual fulfillment. Of submission. Inside, my muscles squeezed the hard shaft, my pleasure surging higher each spasm. The shaft seemed to respond, pulsing and throbbing inside me, maybe even growing thicker. And then-
And then it came.
A lightning strike of pure pleasure detonated inside me, all along my pussy walls, right up to where the tip of the shaft pressed and then beyond, into my belly, my lungs, heart, head. The sound I heard now was louder. A scream of ecstasy coming from me. It went on seemingly forever, until everything suddenly went black.
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I woke up with a start in my own bed, morning light streaming through the window. My confusion and fright quickly ebbed as I recognized the familiar surroundings. I remembered the dream, far too vividly, and shivered. I didn’t remember going to bed naked, though. I usually don’t do that. But I resolved to get up and put the night behind me.
Only, When I drew the covers off and looked down, I gasped, and almost screamed. There was a noticeable swell in my belly that had definitely not been there before. As if I were months pregnant. And, as I stared, I saw, and felt a small tremor inside, and the bump grew, a tiny but noticeable bit. I did scream then.
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Payload
The glass dildo was cool against my skin, but as I stared at it in growing terror, the purple ‘jewel’ in the center began to pulse and flow. Tendrils extended from it within its suspension, reaching toward me. When she rotated the shaft, a new one extended toward me. When she upended it, so that the glans was resting just below my belly button, a long, branching pseudopod extruded down the length of the shaft, though all the protrusions still stayed encased in the glass phallus.
“See? it ‘wakes up’ with body heat,” she was saying, tracing the smooth glass surface over my stomach. Of course I saw. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I pulled ineffectually at the cuffs that held my hands over my head, and tried to scream through the gag in my mouth as the tendrils reached the edge of the glass touching me.
“Oh, it can’t get out. Not yet. The barrier isn’t soft enough. That takes more heat. And moisture, and pressure.”
She slid the perfectly smooth, bulbous head down towards and over my mound. I tried to shy away, but there was nowhere I could go. With her free hand, she pressed something on the side of the table I couldn’t see, and with a hum, my bound legs were slowly pried open, farther and farther apart until I was spread obscenely wide and completely vulnerable. The seeking appendages continued growing, the heartbeat-like throb of the sprouting jewel becoming more apparent.
“It likes you. It wants to be in you. I knew it would. I think you two will get along perfectly.”
I shook my head frantically as she pressed the head into my slit. It was ridiculously fat, but the glass was so perfectly smooth it was as if it was lubed. Her gentle but mounting pressure forced my pussy lips to open around it and I sucked air and tried to scream as she forced it inside me.
“Gotta… get it… good and.. warm though…” she said as she began fucking me with the huge thing. I pulled and kicked uselessly as the dildo invaded me again and again, stretching me, pushing a little deeper each time. When she drew it most of the way out, I could see the thing inside changing, writhing, looking like it was reaching for me. When she shoved it all the way inside, the glass pressed up against my cervix. It wasn’t a painful thunk, but more like a squashy pressure. The ‘glass’ was softening. Her smile told me she knew what was happening inside me.
I struggled frantically, uselessly, as she fucked me using both hands. It was the fattest, longest thing I’d ever had in me, but it thrust in and out fast and hard. She was sweating with the effort, but her face shone with a perverse determination, like this was turning her on. I couldn’t get away.
Something like an electric shock heralded the end of the assault. One shove and I shrieked at the sensation centered deep inside me. She felt it too and jerked her hands away as if stung, but as soon as she realized what had caused it she clapped her hands back on the base of the shaft and pushed, keeping it pressed as far in as it could go.
I screamed as a sensation like nothing I’d ever felt coursed through me. Liquid electricity surged through me, making my inner muscles spasm and contract. I felt flooded by it, energetic and alive, pulsing and pouring into me for what seemed like minutes. It was like an orgasm and an electrocution at the same time; overwhelming sensation that wasn’t pain, but wasn’t quite pleasure either.
I was almost numb at the end. I really only noticed the shaft being pulled from me by the slow feeling of emptiness growing between my legs. Though not complete emptiness.
She held the dildo up for me to see. The glass shaft was crystal clear.
“I knew it would like you.” she said with a smile.
A little electric flutter, low in my tummy only confirmed what she said, and everything I feared.
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Ice Queens
Pi Gamma Sigma – the Ice Queen sorority, had one final test for new pledges. It was the unspoken gauntlet that many girls failed, and some even left school over – but even then no one had spilled the beans about what it was. Truth of the matter is, most pledges who were going to wash out were already gone. The ones who made it this far had sponsors, or sisters who clearly wanted them in, or both. This hurdle was non-negotiable, however, and the revelation in the secret meeting room made the eight of us who hoped to be the next class of Ice Princesses squirm in our seats.
Lila, the Pledge Officer, was the one who unveiled them. A row of ten unmistakable shapes made of smooth glass. She wasted no time or words, but picked one up and showed it to us.
“This is exactly what it looks like, and it’s going exactly where you think it is.”
She shook it, and we could see that it was hollow. Inside, it was half filled with a thick milky liquid.
“You know what’s inside here. A couple ounces each, collected from quite a number of ‘volunteers’ over Rush.”
As she held the glass member in her hand, the stuff within started… bubbling?
“The air pressure inside here is a little low, and the preserving agent has quite a low boiling point, so, as you can see, normal body temperature makes it ‘boil’ in the container. This is perfectly harmless – as you can see. But, if the container gets warm enough…”
She dropped the dildo, head up, in the beaker of water that had been placed on the table. The thermometer in the water said that it wasn’t much above normal body temperature, but the boiling inside the shape increased quickly into a frenzy, and after a few minutes of silent, anxious watching. A drip, then a stream of semen began to arc out of the tip of the shaft.
“If it gets warm enough, the glass in the base expands, constricting the volume. The glass in the head also expands, breaking the seal at the tip. It’s not sharp edges that’s your worry, though,” she said, as the little fountain gained strength before sputtering and dribbling out, “it’s the fact that if any of this stuff gets in you, you’re out.”
Unspoken was also the likelihood that if that happened, we might well also be knocked up. Ice Queens didn’t need protection – we controlled who got how far and when, that was the reputation.
“But that won’t happen,” she said. “ Not if you’re a true Pi Gamma Sig. You are Ice Sisters, and you control the heat. Unless you can’t.”
Lila then reached up under her short skirt and pulled her panties off, right in front of us. She grabbed one of the other glass dildoes and deftly, with both hands, lined the head up with her slit and began sliding it inside her. She met each and every one of our eyes as she stuffed herself. I could only stare back, open mouthed. When only the bottom half inch was visible, she reached to the table one last time for what turned out to be a pair of rubber panties, which she slid on to a snug fit.
“I’ve done this every one of my four years here, the first time as one of you. It’s not a trick, it’s not a game. It’s a test. The last test.”
She let her skirt fall back into place.
“We meet back here after the final pledge party is over tonight, 2am. Induction ceremony is immediately following for those of you who make it. For those of you who don’t… we’ll be saying goodbye. Now, Ice Princesses, step up. Seven of us did. Elania, in tears, asked to be excused, and she was let go – one of the sisters went with her.
I was almost hypnotized by the thing, almost disbelieving what I was about to do. I was barely aware of sliding my panties off, along with my fellow pledges, right in front of all the other sisters. Even as I stepped out of them, the liquid encapsulated in the glass shaft in my hand started bubbling – and I could feel it through the glass. I had to suppress a shudder at that.
Even though I was dry – I hoped I was, anyway, the glass of the shaft was so smooth that penetrating myself with it wasn’t hard. Rather it was disturbingly easy, and yes, I could definitely feel the semen in the shaft literally boiling inside me. The danger of the situation – the calculated time of month of the final pledge party, all hit home at once, and I realized I had to be a true Ice Queen to survive the night.
I gave one shudder, took a deep breath, and reached for the rubber panties. Fate tried to escape its prison, trying to melt me, make me hot so it could shoot its way deeper inside me. But I was Ice. Tonight I was Ice.
Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong Alphabet
The Erotic Writer 
oh how evil..nice