Readers should be warned that this story eschews my usual psychodrama in favour of pure shock, horror and sexploitation. It is guaranteed to deprave and corrupt those of you who aren't sufficiently bent already and has no socially redeeming qualities whatsoever. Well, if you find any they crept in by accident....
It was a dark and stormy night. Well, no, it wasn't but ...
Start again,
It was actually a nice balmy summer night as Carrie walked home through the woods. There were plenty of other ways home but what the hell. She was wearing a scanty dress that amounted to little more than lingerie and impractical sandals. She knew there were rumoured to be Space Toads (that's Slime Drooling Girl Eating Toad Things from Outer Space in full) on the loose on Earth and wanted to be appropriately dressed in case she met one. Everyone knows that if a pretty girl meets an SDGETT there's little point resisting. In fact, the possible presence of the you-know-what added spice to the walk in the fragrant night air.
Sure enough (let's cut to the chase) she was strolling nonchalantly through a moonlit glade when something about one of the shrubs caught her eye. It didn't move in the breeze. Observant lass, she. Looking more closely at it she realised with a jolt that it was in fact..
Oh no! A lurking Space Monster!...
When she realised what she faced, Carrie, an otherwise intelligent and level headed woman, reacted in the time honoured fashion that is bred into the genes, or possibly the collective unconcious, of potential Space Thingy meals. She shrieked, turned to flee and barely got three steps before tripping over a tree root. Naturally, the heel broke off on one of her sandals (nice cork and canvas surf sandals with a 3 inch heel, I'm told) while the strap snapped on the other one. In panicky haste she kicked and toed them off. Struggling to regain her footing and stumbling through the underbrush, she snagged her filmy white dress on a broken branch and, as she pulled away, tore most of it off.
Finally freed of emcumbrances, Carrie was about to run screaming through the trees, stumbling and falling at intervals until the lumbering Space Monster finally got her. It was not, alas, to be. She'd barely got started and hardly even got a good blood curdling scream together when she was tripped again, this time by something warm and slightly slimy. Albert's prehensile tongue. Scrambling onto her back, feet towards the looming monster, she felt her securely lashed (and of course very shapely) ankles being drawn into his mouth. Sorry, gaping maw.
The Toad Thing reached out one three-clawed forefoot and ripped off her lacy and revealing panties, leaving her completely naked.
Carrie felt the night breeze riffling through her furry bits. It was not an unpleasant sensation. She tried to drag her attention back to the point of the story. She was about to get eaten by a horrible...
Well, he wasn't that bad looking. For a Space Toad, anyway. In fact, with his greenish warty skin, dark eyes (with a hint of hellish red in the depths) and generous mouth he was really quite fetching in a way....
A word of explanation may be required here.
Space Toads catch their victims by stealth, mimetic pheromones and subliminal empathy. In other words, they seduce their prey. Or they just sneak up and get away with it. They're not proud of it when they resort to that. They prefer to turn their food on, arousing them into a state or erotic langour until they really don't mind being eaten. It's a blend of food preparation and foreplay. Besides, they're so darned cute in a perverse, deliciously sick sort of way. Everybody knows that what a ripe young woman really wants is to be eaten in a delightfully sensual way by a slimy monster from outer space. What, did you think a clumsy looking Toad Thing could really pursue a healthy human girl through the woods? Forget about it.
You may want to know how the Space Monster got into all this. I could tell you that TV is the culprit, but that will have to wait till the next bit. I'll just say that the pictures on Voyager are commonly regarded as a teaser for the main menu. Oh, alright, here's the full story.
Albert had been corrupted early in his childhood by watching Earth transmissions of Baywatch and similar appetising shows. Many times he had exuded slime over pictures of Alexandra Paul and gone to sleep dreaming of digesting her toes. To be there on Earth where such succulent beauties really lived! It became his obsession.
(Albert? OK, it's really AlBB**/!! Knplok'' TTssskk $$9. Do you really want to know how to pronounce that?)
When Albert finally came of age and was old enough to drive his own flying saucer he was fairly bursting with impatience to travel to the source of all his dreams. Of course, it wasn't quite that simple. First he had to complete his first year at college and before leaving the planet he had to pass mandatory courses in Alien Relations and Elementary Stalking. The latter was a breeze, he'd come prepared.
Before actually landing on Earth, of course, Albert had to get his Lurking Permit from the clandestine bureau of extraterrestrial affairs, an organisation so secret that most of the planet's own inhabitants were unaware of it. He could land without it, of course, but they had excellent detection equipment and those spooky guys in dark suits with a propensity for wearing shades at the strangest times would scare even the hardiest space monster. He had no desire to spend his vacation being pursued by a Tommy Lee Jones lookalike with a very nasty big ray gun. The bureau liked to strictly regulate the number of Woman Eaters and other Things from Beyond Infinity on the loose at any one time and took a dim view of unlicensed poachers. He could be deported as an undesirable alien if he was lucky, or even blasted into space dust if he really annoyed them. Registering, of course, meant the Bureau would issue their standard 'unsubstantiated rumours' as fair warning for potential prey, and of course it did not confer immunity from the regular authorities, who affected not to believe in his kind anyway, angry friends and relatives of his victims or the standard mob of muttering peasants carrying torches. It was nonetheless the better risk. At long last, Albert descended to the land of his heart's desire.
Parking his flying saucer in a secluded spot, he prepared to hunt.
Sorry to interrupt the narrative, but I must put one myth to rest. Flying saucers are not driven exclusively by little grey men who abduct Earthlings for sinister and apparently pointless experiments. Some are, but I can't go into that as I don't want to get a nocturnal visit from the Men In Black either. They are really the interstellar equivalent of the Volkswagen beetle, a cheap and simple means of getting from planet A to planet B. Back to Albert:
His first fresh-caught meal was a lovely young girl of Asian extraction. Albert managed to enter her house surreptitiously - his kind are masters of silent movement, adept at camouflage and deception, and besides Albert had been reading manuals (and rather spicy stories, we must admit) about stalking and trapping Earth women since his early youth. He finally got her as she lay nude on a couch in the afternoon, for what purpose we can only speculate. With the combination of empathic persuasion and arousing scents mentioned above, Albert simply heightened her current mood as she daydreamed. Sneaking up on her from behind the furniture, almost breathless with anticipation, he loomed over the armrest, trapped her dainty feet in his mouth and began to devour her. Oh, the smoothness of her lissome legs! What delicate, appetising toes! By the time the poor girl realised what was happening to her it was too late. She let out a little yelp of surprise, fright and perhaps excitement and finally started to giggle. It tickled! She was being eaten by a Space Monster as she'd so often fantasised! The situation hardly seemed real to her. Oh, but it was all too terribly, terribly true. Exuding the slime that served as lubricant, tranquiliser and digestive fluid, Albert slowly slurped her down like a strand of spaghetti. In she went, wriggling and giggling delightfully all the way.
Afterwards - the boring bit - Albert had to wait around in the garden until it was safe enough to sneak back to his ship. He didn't mind at all. If he had feared for one moment that he would be disappointed when his dreams were finally realised, he had laid those fears to rest. Eating the girl had been the crowning moment of his life, a wonderful experience. Already he wanted to do it again. No jokes about Chinese food, please. Of course, it would take him some time to find and catch his next human meal, but he had memories to sustain him, and the anticipation of more to come - not to mention the pleasant sensation of digesting his late dinner. She should keep him going nicely until he caught his next one. He felt like a kid in a sweet shop, a gourmet diner in a city full of good restaurants. Earth was truly paradise! Albert wanted nothing more than to stay there and eat as many young girls as possible.
In fact it took some time to find his next target. Although he had managed to connect to the local phone system, and hence to the Internet, and had all sorts of alien surviellance devices, he had to pick one who would be not only edible but available. He also had to plan his approach, observation, capture and subsequent escape. Despite all his advanced technology, he had to make his catches personall - using advanced weapons or artificial lures was against the terms of his Permit and no fun besides. During all this time he ate nothing. Of course, his craft was adequately stocked with food, including several live animals in stasis, but Albert preferred not to fill himself up with lesser munchies - he wanted to leave plenty of space for the prime stuff. While on Earth, he intended to dine on nothing but the ultimate prey, fresh young Earth women. If he got time, he might even take a few extra ones to eat on the way home, but there would be plenty of time for that after he got more proficient at catching them. Right now he was hungry.
When he finally caught Human Meal Number Two, he was ravenous and hence a little impatient. She was another Oriental girl - was he getting a taste for them? - with a nicely budding body. When he finally he caught her, coming out of the shower, he ensnared her by the crude but simple process of knocking her down from behind the door and swallowing her head. He didn't want to take any chances of her getting free - he was too hungry and the consequences of an escaped victim giving him away were too horrible to contemplate. Even if he wasn't caught before he reached his saucer and fled, it would seriously jeopardise his prospects for future fine dining. Once he'd pinned her arms by engulfing her shoulders, he relaxed a little to enjoy her. For a while she kicked and writhed rather prettily, then the tranquillising effects of his slimy secretions calmed her - that or she was suffocating. Luckily the gel ingested into her mouth had slowed her metabolism, enabling her to survive the process of being swallowed. There's nothing worse than dead food, and Albert thought it would be a criminal waste to spoil this lovely young lady. Happily, he feasted his eyes on the sight of the rest of her as he leisurely sucked her in. Breasts, ribs, belly, slim hips, fragrant pubic mound, and at last those sweet legs. Almost with regret, Albert watched as her neat, pink little feet disappeared from view between his lips. Much as he had enjoyed her, he resolved to be more careful next time - he had almost ruined an excellent meal with his haste. Still, variety is the spice of life! An occasional head first swallowing would add a new option to his dietary routine.
Thus fortified, Albert rested a while and planned his next campaign.
Albert's third victim - or beneficiary of his loving attentions if you like - was a luscious young beauty who liked to swim and disport herself naked every day in her private pool. This one was a walkover. All Albert had to do was seed the air of the pool room with his usual cocktail of subliminally sedictive scents and hide underwater until she appeared. Right on time, his prey arrived at the poolside and disrobed. Albert admired her full figure with slobbering anticipation, as much as you can slobber underwater. This one was worth a good drool. She had improbably large breasts for such a small girl, standing out round and firm as honeydew melons on her otherwise slender, copper tanned body. In she came! Albert knew she had her routine - she would do a few laps first. She passed him several times, long limbs thrashing tantalisingly - he could hardly contain himself. Finally she stopped for a breather. As she trod water easily, Albert came up beneath her and, looping his tongue round her ankles, slipped her into his eagerly waiting mouth. He rose through the water as he engulfed her and she was almost halfway down before she realised he was there. By then, of course, it was too late. Kris had always half suspected she was destined to be food for a Space Monster - or food for something, she was just made for it - but this was still a bit of a surprise. Oh well, nothing she could do about it now. Since she didn't seem to be struggling, Albert paused to savour her, running his many secondary tendrils over her skin and enjoying the feel of her firm, round buttocks against his main tongue. Tasty! Meanwhile, Kris had slipped her hand between his rubbery lips in order to masturbate inside him. What a sensation! She seemed to be getting tastier by the second. Sensing when she was about to climax by his natural empathic link, Albert shared the final moments with her and at the crucial point began to swallow her upper half. Through her arousal, Kris wondered how he was going to fit her huge tits in. Well, it was a stretch but Albert was equal to it. The two quivering orbs resisted his efforts briefly then, pop! They were in. With a final slurping gulp, Kris was inside him. Now that was a satisfying meal!
Over the next few weeks, Albert found that Earth was full of amazing and delighful surprises, chance meetings that often provided him with targets of opportunity. He enjoyed these improptu meals as much as his better planned depredations. On one occasion he was skulking through the woods at night when he came upon a pair of lovers fully absorbed in their mating. The woman was past the point of noticing anything, but just as Albert was trying to decide on how, or whether, to get her, the man looked up and saw him. It was a nasty moment for both of them, but to Albert's delight the man yelled, jumped up and ran away in an unseemly and decidedly ungallant haste, leaving his partner unfulfilled and unprotected on the grass. He doesn't deserve her, thought Albert, sadly. What a lout! He made good and sure to consummate the lady's passion before he fulfilled his own needs and desires by consuming her.
Another time, he was lurking in the bushes, as Space Toads do, mapping out a possible trap, when a jogger on her evening run practically fell into his lap. Just as well, he could never have caught her otherwise. She stopped and squatted down to relieve herself, out of sight of the beaten track and only feet away from the quiet and chameleonlike monster. Albert politely let her finish before whipping his tongue around her neck from behind and rendering her unconscious by partial strangulation. He was not hungry at the time, having eaten a nice young aerobics instructor who went swimming where she shouldn't have that morning, but she would make an excellent addition to his supplies. Carrying her carefully back to his ship, he popped her into his stasis larder. She was in for a rude shock when he woke her up on the way home and she found out she'd become Space Food, he thought. She was not to be the last. In time, as his hunting skills grew, Albert was able to replace his entire stock of supplies. This meant having to dispose of the animals he'd brought with him. It was a shame to waste them, of course, but he had to kill them and dispose of the bodies by incineration - if he let them run loose the you-know-who would be after him, and he couldn't bear to have them take up room that could be filled with wonderful, juicy Terran beauties. After this, he thought, a diet of lesser mammals is going to seem a bit lacking. What's an Aldebaranian lemur when you've gobbled up some real babes?
He also found that his empathic awareness of his victims was increasing. He found that he was quite sensitive to the mood and the character of the women he ate. He much preferred to eat good natured and sensual women - one bad tempered wench had almost spoiled his lunch because he didn't like her much. Albert was in no doubt that the human females he ate were real sentient people. This didn't give him any qualms about eating them, of course. Don't forget, he's a Slime Drooling Girl Eating Toad Thing etc. and that's what he likes to do, but a likeable girl made for a much more enjoyable feed. He still had fond memories of Kris...
Which brings us up to date, and where we left Carrie facing her dreadful fate. Albert had been lurking as usual, blah blah - you know all this bit by now. Oh, except one thing...
Let's just bring you up to speed in case you've got a short attention span:
.....The Toad Thing reached out one three-clawed forefoot and ripped off her lacy and revealing panties, leaving her completely naked.
Carrie felt the night breeze riffling through her furry bits. It was not an unpleasant sensation. She tried to drag her attention back to the point of the story. She was about to get eaten by a horrible...
Well, Albert, but she didn't know that.
"You can't eat me" she wailed piteously "I'm a cartoonist. I've got work to finish! I'll be missed...."
Albert said nothing. Space Toads are not big on conversation. Apart from the hormonal signals they use to lure their prey, their whole repertoire consists of an empathic message which translates roughly as 'I'm going to eat you and thoroughly enjoy it'. Some have managed to convey 'Oh boy, you look tasty!' or 'please get your clothes off'. Though the last did not apply here, he did his best to convey the other two to Carrie. He was not insensitive to her distress, but he intended to eat her anyway. The thing I was going to mention earlier ? He was hungry. Of course, he'd have taken her anyway, for later consumption, she was an appetising sight, sprawled there on the forest floor. He began to draw her in, exuding soothing and arousing pheromones for all he was worth. Despite her attempts to kick her feet free and scrabble backwards with her hands, Carrie's ankles and calves entered Albert's mouth and were laved with green and purple slimy gunk, as his tendrils stroked and tickled the tender soles of her feet.
There was no help for it. Carrie was going to get eaten by a Monster from Space. The irony of the situation was not lost on her. All those cartoons she had drawn, with an endless succession of gullible airhead spacegirls being gobbled up by all sorts of weird creatures, and now it was happening to her in real life. Oh my God, I'm a Space Bunny, she thought and started to laugh. Actually, it wasn't so bad....
The digestive system of an Aldebaranian Space Toad might almost have been designed for the entertainment of it's often more than half willing food. Lots of wiggly little internal cilia brush against the victim's skin, while the peristaltic motion of its intestinal tract act feels rather like a sensual massage. The slime itself feels like warm massage oil or shower gel, and is absorbed through the skin to tranquilise and soothe. Of course, this works better on bare skinned human women than any other form of prey. Carrie relaxed and resigned herself to the inevitable. She was monster food. At least it's an empathic Space Monster, she thought, I'd hate to go not knowing it was at least enjoying me.
And he was. Though not really telepathic, Albert was aware of her humourous acceptance of her awful doom and did his best to make it pleasant for her. Lovingly, he licked and slurped her legs as more of her disappeared into his gullet. When he reached her crotch he relaxed the grip of his mouth just enough to get his tongue in between her legs. His guts had her gripped firmly enough, he could spare some attention to pleasure her - she wasn't going anywhere now but into him. Finding her already lubricated, he slipped inside her.
This was definitely a new experience for Carrie. She hadn't known that Space Monsters screwed you before they ate you. Lulled by his scent and her own growing arousal, she let herself go. She no longer though of him as quite so icky, though she might have preferred to be eaten by something better looking - after all, looks aren't everything and he certainly had a way with his tentacles, or whatever they were. Did this count as oral sex? If she just closed her eyes, the sensations were exquisite. If you've got to go, she thought, go coming....
As she bucked and writhed in the throes of her final orgasm, Albert slowly but steadily drew the rest of her in. It was an attractive view. Rump and hips first, midriff, juicy little breasts and then her shoulders and head. Last to go were her hands, fingers half clenched as if still clutching for freedom, then Carrie was gone from view, though he could still feel her squirming inside him. Albert licked his lips in satisfaction. What a girl!
He could still feel her for a while afterwards, as he lumbered carefully back to his ship, where he relaxed in pleasant satiety and began to digest her. Later, as his meal started to settle down, he got back to searching for his next date. He chuckled toadishly to himself at the thought. His vacation was definitely going well. He would still have liked to eat Alexandra Paul, or at least get a personally signed photo, but it was probably just not practical. You have to realise that there are some things in life we can only dream about.
Activating his monitor, he selected his Internet link. He'd seen some interesting things there recently. Something called the Woman Eater website, where there was a very entertaining discussion board. It seemed he had a ready made potential fan club. And perhaps something more. Some of these messages from a young woman called Surfergirl had caught his attention. Now, she sounded really charming. Delicious, in fact. Perhaps she'd like to meet him for a moonlit supper?
So, he wondered,. how would he go about finding her?
(Cue cornily spooky music......fade.....credits.)
Thanks to Carrie and SG for their interest and inspiration. You can all work out the other SF and horror comic influences for yourselves.