A SEQUEL TO THE STORY I NEVER WROTE
Sesame and Dianne — Saved By Double Blue Nubbin Probes!
Rescued from a Gang of Massive Pygmy Cocks
[WARNING — THIS IS A ZATANNA “XTRA” DARK . . . . Wait! Who am I kidding? Sesame and Dianne would Love to have this Happen!]
It was day 17 and it all became pretty routine. Sesame and Dianne would be let out of their cage and guided to their reserved stumps to be bent over and bound. The stumps were necessary to put all three of their holes at the preferred height of your average Pygmy.
Sesame asks, “So whatcha gonna do if we ever get out of here Dianne?” Knowing quite well that a massive cock would be pushed deep into Dianne’s mouth preventing her from answering. Sesame was considering being a Dentist at one point, but this skill was the only one she learned.
With the wide straps pulled tightly over the small of their backs, holding them firmly to the stumps, the morning double end fuck fest is in full swing just like the last 16 days. The Pygmies lining up from the front were for sure planning on oral.
The lines from behind, it was more of a fifty / fifty thing what the girls should be expecting. No matter what, by the time breakfast is over, all six of their holes will be spewing out hot semen. Not counting the swallowed semen that is one source of their daily nourishment.
They could have both died in the plane crash if it wasn’t for the last second maneuvers of the Pilot, missing enough of the trees to bring Anton down on his landing gear. After the entire mile high Shenanigans and the plane catching on fire mid-air, it’s a wonder they didn’t just burn to death.
That is why their Pilot was the Hero of that story, yet she’s the one being punished daily for no good reason. Maybe it was the bad choice of spitting semen in the faces of the Tribal leaders? Seems she just hates people, no matter their height.
“Girls! Come on! Can one of you two at least try to get me down? They really seem to like you two a lot. Hell, a few even came back for second breakfast.”
Which explains the tastes of some of their cocks, because they use the holes in any random order, vs. the traditionally polite: Mouth — Pussy — Ass, or Pussy — Mouth — Ass, sequences.
After being tranquilized by the Pygmies blow darts, the Pilot tried explaining with hand gestures about her coming from the sky and flying. Between this and her bad choice of times to spit out their semen, she has since spent most of every day suspended in one form of vine bondage or another.
Whenever the Pygmies are not part of the four conga lines leading up to Sesame and Dianne’s all you can fuck morning buffets, they would be randomly smacking the Pilots flesh with long thin sticks. You would think her screams of pain would scare away most people, but instead, they only attracted more Pygmies with more sticks.
Even though Sesame and Dianne were being double-ended gang fucked on a daily basis, the Pilot was jealous of the attention they were getting. She couldn’t help but be aroused by their bodies squirming, struggling and shuddering to orgasm after orgasm while all she was getting was whipped.
The suspension bondage always preventing the Pilot’s hands, from giving herself, a much-needed release from her endless sexual frustration and pain. She was already the victim before the crash and Pygmy abduction. Why can’t she get a single break?
As she continues to struggle, all she could think is: If only those two weren’t here, I could be a fucked stump slut vs. a whipped suspended slut. Wishing they were gone over and over as she continued to get whipped while they started receiving third breakfast . . .
An internal voice speaks to the Pilot, but not in words as normal. This internal voice is more of a collection of thoughts and feelings.
Take | Save | Sadness | Rescue | Wish | Grant
Just then, a soundless wind from above rustled all the trees and caused many of the Pygmy Tribe to look skyward between the branches and vines of the jungle. Two blue laser lights shoot down from nowhere and randomly move about until one touches on Sesame and the other on Dianne.
The movement switches from random wiggles, to very accurately outlining each of their bodies still strapped belly side down on their stumps. Two of the Pygmies are more concerned with finishing their unloads into Sesame than they were about the wind and lasers.
Dianne’s Pygmies unload onto her back and face before running into the woods. The outlined laser fills in the whole shape of her body in blue before proceeding to lift both her and her stump from the ground.
The same filling in happens to Sesame’s blue laser outline as her final blowjob Pygmy runs off, but the rudest of all Pygmies, the one who never follows the polite Mouth — Pussy — Ass order continues to fuck her hard.
Both Dianne and Sesame lift off the ground — each with an unplanned passenger. Sesame’s fucking Pygmy is still deep inside her with his massive cock. Grabbing her hips extra tight as he pushes as hard and deep as he can. Grunting out a series of clicks as his seed once again shoots deep inside of her.
With his feet off the ground, he lets go with the plan to safely drop before getting too high. But for some reason, he can’t get his massive cock out from inside of Sesame. He’s going into an all out panic, slapping her ass on both sides as three Pygmy women run out and attempt to jump high enough to grab his ankles.
His loud clicks are obviously swear words, but Sesame doesn’t care. With his tiny hands now pounding on Sesame’s back, in an attempt to get free, he has no idea that to her, it feels like she’s getting another strong massage. Just like she does on her endless stream of vacations to tropical paradises.
Although the laser cut away the leather strap across the small of Sesame’s back, it didn’t go as well for Dianne. The laser missed the strap and her passenger is a fucking heavy stump, being lifted up with her. Part of the weight by the laser, while the rest of it pressing down on Dianne’s back!
Sesame giggles as her least favorite Pygmy struggles to get his cock free of her kegel muscles, while Dianne is now swinging and spinning around. Half the time she’s below the stump and the other half she’s above it. Losing grip, her arms are now flailing about like one of those blow up guys at a used car place.
If only that bitch who told Sesame: “Kegel exercises are a complete waste of time Sesame. You’ll never use it in the real world, and even if you did, it’ll never give you any pleasure. It’s all about pleasing the cocks.” could see her now!
Having put her passenger through more than enough, Sesame relaxes, allowing his massive cock to slip out and his body to fall. He hits some of the highest of tree branches, causing him to recreate the propeller scene out of the Titanic. Lucky for him, he’s slowed down by more branches and his collection of wives preventing him from dying on impact.
Dianne once again flips back around to being above the log strapped around her waist, but can’t take much more of this without being very badly hurt. The higher they go, the closer together they get, which allows Sesame to use the knife she took from the propeller Pygmy to cut Dianne’s waist strap.
“Thank you Sesame!” Hollers Dianne!
Looking down, they see for around two seconds the only Pygmy stupid enough to not run away. He has both of his middle fingers up directed at the girls. Something Sesame taught him on day number two.
On second number three, the stump crushes him in the most painful of ways. The only thing sticking out from under it is the tip of his cock.
It wasn’t Sesame’s plan to drop the stump on him . . . nor was it her plan to have 17 days of his dirty dick in her mouth. Guess karma comes in all sizes, weights and from any direction.
Acting as if nothing even happened, the Tribal leader points up at the Pilot and motions for her to be strapped to the stump so they can all prepare for lunch.
Sesame and Dianne, now rescued from their perpetual daily double ended Pygmy fuck fest, are sitting naked facing each other in a very odd looking blue and gold room.
Sesame comments, “Thank whoever this is for saving us from that living hell.”
Dianne doesn’t respond. She only makes an odd face and gives a sad little shoulder shrug.
“Fuck Dianne! Is the concept of too much sex completely foreign to you?”
“They may not have tasted the best, but those sure were the biggest cocks I’ve ever experienced.”
“But we were being kept captive! Strapped to stumps every day and fucked from breakfast to lunch.”
“Sesame, didn’t you hear me? Biggest cocks ever.”
“Half our food was semen!”
“Which was served to us hot and fast from . . . the biggest cocks ever.”
The chairs they were sitting in weren’t really chairs at all. They looked and felt more like extreme pieces of art created from several giant headless octopuses and half dozen or so elephant trunks.
Sesame says, “Well now we need to find our way out of here.”
Attempting to get up, she quickly discovers she can’t. The octopus like limbs, are suctioned hard against the back of her calves, to her thighs, around her firm ass, up her back and down her arms.
There’s not a single strap or rope being used, but she’s as good as completely bound into place. Dianne also tries to move, just to find her body is no longer in her control. As she struggles, more Pygmy cum drips from her holes.
This is when the elephant trunk like parts of her chair kick in full force, moving about her body and sniffing her most private of areas. At one point, turning away to make a gagging like motion.
“Fuck You!”
Sesame laughs, until the same process happens to her.
“Not so funny now? Is it Sesame?”
Multiple small circular spots open in the floor near each of them just before the trunk tips dip in to fill up with whatever is in them. The shaft of the trunks that were close to the size of a thin woman’s wrist, quickly swell up to three or four times thicker.
Dianne looks at Sesame’s face and asks, “Now do you miss the Pygmies?”
Sesame doesn’t get to answer before the expelling begins. Each of them has multiple full trunks now aiming upwards from below their pussies and assholes. The warm jet streams aren’t powerful enough to hurt them, but strong enough to clean their insides, both front and back.
The massive amounts of Pygmy cum are quickly expelled as several more trunks start on their full body washes. From thighs to cries and pits to tits, every inch of their bodies are cleaned better than even a 24 hour spa day.
Even going so far as to clean under their nails, both finger and toes. The wiggling pussy jets having their way with their very sore clitorises that have been ball beaten for over two weeks straight.
Yes, it is painful, but they both end up cumming hard from the random smacks of this odd body cleansing fluid. Each trunk returning for a second and third refill and expelling before finally leaving our two damsels in distress dripping, clean and exhausted.
Amazingly, there were even some extra small mini-trunks, which worked like water pics to clean their mouths, teeth and gum of Pygmy cum. Leaving a soothing blueberry flavor as a remembrance of their visits.
After all of that, this was just the first part of their prep. All of the trunks once again expand, but not with more liquid. This time it’s just air from within the room. The expelling this round is for drying their helpless bodies.
Dianne can’t help but lick her lips as Sesame’s hair flutters in all directions like a model with an up fan. Sesame looks back and says, “You’re totally getting off on all of this? Aren’t you Dianne?”
The question really didn’t need to be answered out loud, because everyone in the room already knew she was.
With their naked clean bodies completely dried, the trunks retract into the chairs while the octopus like suction cup arms continue to hold them tightly into place. Bent at the waist and knees, legs spread wide. Elbows bent and biceps straight out, as if their arms were trapped within full casts.
Sesame squirms hard, causing more than a dozen suction cups to release her flesh on the backs of her thighs and ass for just a few seconds. The arms move, pushing their cups back up against her skin before reapplying their suction.
Trying it a second time, with her arms, the cups would grant her just a few seconds of fresh air along her flesh, before reconnecting even stronger than before. Looking up, Sesame notices Dianne’s look . . . or should I say stare? Is one of total lust and love.
Inside of Sesame’s mind, she feels and hears:
Sexy | Very | Hot
“Thank you.” Says Sesame.
“Thank you for what?” Asks Dianne.
“Calling me sexy and very hot. I know that’s what you think of me, but hearing it is always nice.”
“I do think that Sesame, but I didn’t say anything to you?”
It’s Dianne’s turn as she hears:
Mine | Horny | Toys
Looking shocked at Sesame, as Sesame looks back at her, “You heard or should I say felt that also?”
Before she could answer, in walks a mostly naked tall thin woman oozing beauty, power and sexiness. Gliding in on her toes, she moves between Sesame and Dianne’s helpless bodies.
Her eyes have the deepest of intense blue shadow all the way around. She has blue gems of some type on her cheeks, almost as if she just cried them. Her lips are shiny red, causing Dianne to once again lick hers to prevent them from drying out.
Covering her breasts and crotch, some odd tiny armor looking items with random sharp blades that could cause the worst of damage if that was her goal. Her tight braids lead to a single braid below her chin, almost as if it was an odd goatee.
The most unique and very alluring part of her is a hat that could put Queen Amidala to shame. It’s not only massive, but also looks ancient and well worn. The unique shapes travel down two long and thick curves, ending just above her breasts.
Tipping her head as she takes turns looking first at Dianne and then Sesame, her pheromones permeate their nostrils, as they quickly want nothing more than to have sex with their captor.
Hot | Pussy | Wet | Pussy
The feelings that are these words are felt by both of them, causing them to squirm and try to get closer to her. Instinctively humping upwards as far as the suction cups will allow.
New holes open in the floor, different from the ones where the washing fluids were stored. Two of the trunks enter the holes and swell up from the liquids below the metal floor. Once full, the two trunks position themselves directly below Sesame and Dianne’s pussies.
What comes out is way slower than before, as they spray a layer of blue goo both inside and outside of their pussies. Then moving to filling the inside of their asses before finishing with a coat on the outside of their back doors.
At least these Alien things know the polite order of Pussies then Asses. Why those Pygmies couldn’t figure it out will forever be a mystery, unless the Pilot figures it out.
“Oh God! What is this stuff?” Asks Sesame.
“I don’t know, but I want to know where to order it!”
The sensitivity increasing lubricant, tingles wildly everywhere it’s touching bringing both of them very close to orgasms.
Turning towards their captor whose two tips at the end of her curved parts of her hat are starting to glow, Dianne screams, “Just fuck us and get it over with! Oh God Please! Just fuck us!”
“Real subtle Dianne, way to make her work for it.”
Sesame in one fast move, pulls her arm from the cups long enough to get a quick grab of her aching pussy, before it’s re-sucked and yanked back into its previous position.
“Dianne, it feels warm, wet and slippery . . . yet none of it ended up on my hand. Although, I’m getting a tingling feeling in my fingertips and palm. The same as the feelings caressing my pussy and ass. It’s the craziest of things?”
More wordless words enter their minds as the woman ever so lightly touches the tips of her glowing shapes coming from her hat.
Want | Warmth | Wetness
With her touches, the tips start to wiggle from the attention as she lets out a mental
Gasp | Gasp | Gasp
that both Sesame and Dianne can feel in their pussies.
“Umm, Sesame? I don’t think that’s just a hat.”
Still standing between them the Alien woman tips her head again, peering down at their helpless bodies. Holding her hands out first at waist level, she slowly moves them out and upwards.
As she does this, the Octophant or Elepus chairs lift both Sesame and Dianne higher and closer to her. Following her commands as if they are her pets. Once into their final position, the bottoms of their feet are touching and their crotches are at what can best be described as blue nubbins level.
With the Alien between them, they watch as the nubbins each twist 180 degrees so as to face directly between their thighs.
“JUST DO IT!” Screams Dianne.
Sesame asks, “Do you ever even get a nice dinner first? Or is it always right to fucking with you?”
“The tingling! It’s too much! It’s like trying to read a Zatanna Dark story without touching yourself! I need her nubbins inside me now Sesame!”
Beg | Me | More | Like | Begging
“PLEASE FUCK ME ET! PLEASE! I NEED IT!”
The nubbins glow brighter and increase their wiggle as Sesame, being more cautious, can’t help but want, need to be touched also. Her squirming becomes too much and agrees mentally, even without first getting Panda Express.
You | Quiet | Beg
Sesame quietly says, “Please.”
The blue glowing nubbins move to lightly brush and then rest against both of their clits, causing both Sesame and Dianne to immediately start cumming. The nubbins aren’t vibrating, but are letting out more of small sonic waves into their genitals that put the biggest of cocked Pygmies pleasuring skills to shame.
Sesame gets one of her arms and a leg to pop free from the suction cups, causing the Alien to let out a non-verbal, semi-frustrated grunt at her Octophant chair. The tentacles quickly re-suck, pulling her arm and leg back into place.
A massive number of tiny tentacles shoot out of the edges of the larger octopus like tentacles and wrap around every part of her limbs. None of them too tightly, while all of them are firmly in place. There is absolutely no way Sesame will be breaking free again . . . not even for a second.
The Alien repeats her grunt at Dianne’s Elepus chair, which repeats the process on Dianne, even though she’d yet to break loose like Sesame has. The nubbins are now gliding up and down on the tingling layer of blue goo as both of them cum even harder from the touch and sonic waves of pleasure.
Inside? | Want? | Inside?
“Are we ready for this Dianne?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? YES! YES! YES!”
The nubbins pause their entry, as she turns to Sesame to once again ask and wait.
Inside?
“FUCKING JUST TELL HER YES SESAME! OH GOD JUST SAY YES!”
Smirking at Dianne who’s in a full body sweat from her frustration, the corner of Sesame’s lip twists just a little as she thinks.
“Fuck No Sesame! Not now! No you don’t! Just say yes!”
“You know Dianne, I was just thinking . . . “
“COME ON! SESAME!”
“Every time you lick me, you always act like your tongue is all tired, and you need a break. Yet you’re perfectly fine with me continuing to lick you long after?”
“FINE! FINE! FINE! I’ll lick you next time as long as you want! Just tell the Alien YES!”
Sesame looks directly at the Alien, nods her head while also saying, “Yes.” Giving her a double consent. The nubbins glow the brightest yet as they caress all around their pussies before slowly pushing and pulsating their way inside.
The sensitivity enhancing blue lubricant creates G-spot levels of pleasures before the tips even make it to C, D or E. If it wasn’t for the hundred or so mini tentacle wraps around their limbs, their wild struggles would have for sure broke them free of the suction cups lining the backs of their legs, arms and torsos.
As their screams of extreme pleasures echo within the windowless metal room, more words in the form of feelings grow louder inside Sesame and Dianne’s heads.
TOUCH | FINGER | INSIDE | NEED | FINGER | INSIDE
The Octophant and Elepus chairs move and twist before releasing one of each of their arms. Their placement of their hands before the release is an obvious invitation to them.
Sesame’s hand was left only inches from the Alien’s pussy while Dianne’s hand is right under the Alien’s ass. The crotch of her armor opens up and both of their hands accept the invitations as the blue nubbins find their way deeper inside of both of their pussies!
Warmth and wetness from the Alien pussy causes such and amazing tingle to Sesame’s fingertips. A tingle that runs all the way up past her elbow and eventually growing into a ball of excitement inside her stomach. The pleasures she was being given in return for giving pleasure can’t be fully explained.
Dianne’s plans to first gently rim her sphincter before fingering her Alien asshole are quickly redirected, when the warmth and wetness of the Alien’s second vagina welcomes her inside.
The tingle races up Dianne’s arm, through her armpit, that becomes an immediate erogenous zone and down towards her crotch. The screams become even louder as all three of their bodies are shaking.
Sesame and Dianne finger her double V’s, coated in the same dry, yet wet blue sensitivity enhancing goo. The smooth, glossy, slippery coating causing tingles in every direction.
The double nubbin pumping the deepest yet inside of the helpless girls as grunts and straining noises are emitted from their chairs that are struggling to prevent their bodies from breaking free and getting hurt. With each pump, another sonic wave of pleasure washes against their insides.
HARDER | DEEPER | MORE | FIST
With a few more position adjustments, both Sesame and Dianne are able to go wrist deep as the Alien’s head tips so far backwards, they swear it’s about to snap off! Both of the girls are way beyond levels of pleasure they even imagined to be possible!
They are starting to hyperventilate as the Alien’s body starts to shudder and glow blue! Like snakes crawling under her skin, lumps are moving up her thighs, ass, stomach and back. Her mouth opens wide as a tiny bit of blue drips off the side of her mouth.
A second later, an ejaculatory fountain of blue goo rushes out of her mouth so hard and so fast it splatters the ceiling, but doesn’t fall back down. The large circle of blue separates into over a hundred smaller around, yet thicker circles. One by one, they start falling back down and splatter onto their bodies.
Each of them feeling like a localized orgasm wherever they touchdown! One lands on Sesame’s thigh, causing her to scream from the pleasure before another hits Dianne’s left breast, giving her the same extreme level of pleasure!
The most shocking of all blue goo drops were the ones that landed on top of their crotches at the same time the pulsating and pumping nubbins were doing their most intense waves of pleasure from the inside! This hit them like bolts of lightening, if the lightening was made of pure orgasmic heaven!
At first, it was only one return of Alien ejaculation at a time, but then it sped up. The next would hit before the pleasure could finish from the previous! Then two and three at a time! The screams have stopped because neither of them could catch a breath between the pleasures.
They were growing dizzy from their lack of oxygen, eventually leading to them both just passing out . . .
. . .
“Hello? . . . Hey! . . . Are you going to go or not?”
Sesame and Dianne are standing dazed and confused as they try to maintain their balances while holding their pool cues . . .
“Hey! . . . Cunts! . . . Wake the fuck up!”
Having no clue exactly who’s turn it was to go, Sesame swings the heavy end of her cue first, taking out three of his teeth before Dianne comes in from below, damn near popping one of his nuts.
“FINE! You Win! Here’s the thousand!” Screams his partner before running out of the bar.
Sesame swipes up the cash, wraps her hand around the small of Dianne’s back and gives her the deepest of kisses . . . stopping only as they both feel the intense tingle between their lips.
Stepping back, Sesame finds the blueberry flavored ooz on her lower lip and asks, “Were you eating blueberries?”
Dianne replies, “I don’t remember?”
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