(Porn is in english. Rejoice, world.)
Tagchen allerseits!
Ein komisches Gefühl, wieder einen
Blog zu haben – einerseits ist durchaus der Wille da, zu schreiben,
wenn nicht sogar das verlangen. Andererseits – was „darf“ ich
teilen, was nicht? Was würde als Stigma wirken, als dunkler Fleck
auf meiner „weißen Weste“, würde mein Arbeitgeber oder ein(e)
zukünftige(r) Lebenspartner(in) davon erfahren?
Auf beide Fragen antworte ich ziemlich
entschieden „eigentlich eh alles. :D“, während ich mir voll
bewusst bin, dass mir selbiges irgendwann einmal, in ferner, ferner
Zukunft, so richtig „ins Kraut schei*en“ kann, wie wir (ich und
mein Freundeskreis) zu sagen pflegen.
Jener Umstand wird von mir akzeptiert
und total ignoriert, was mir öfter mal eben jener Freundeskreis bei
diversen Verkehrsvorschriften vorwirft.
Ich bin aber auch ein böser Junge. :p
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Zu jung, oder wirklich, wirklich nicht
in der Stimmung für schriftliche Pornographie? Dann jetzt den Tab
wechseln, den Browser schließen oder den Monitor anzünden,
ansonsten: weiterlesen.
Folgendes Werk entstand in der Zeit als
ich, arbeitslos wie ich war, nicht schlafen konnte. „Ich will was
schreiben“, sagte ich mir. „Ich setz' mich jetzt in die Küche
und schreib' irgendwas.“ Und genau das ist auch passiert.
Inspiriert von Corruption of Champions und ähnlichen Werken,
zusammen mit einer Prise ungesund-intensiver Fanliebe für Portal
präsentiere ich:
Too joung for porn or really, really
not in the mood for Hentai-esque almost-rape? Then look away, fast. Oh, and a shoutout to Fenoxo. I got, like, half of my porn-writing skills from "playing" your games! The other half is cybersex. Ah, glorious youth, spent in Neverwinter Nights, roleplaying.
<OldManVoice>I'm telling you, those were the days.</OldManVoice>
Relaxation
Chamber
Portal-themed
written Smut. Yes, that's right. I went there.
God
I feel smug right now.
(Authors' note on the setting/timeline:
Set somewhere in the early Stages of Portal 2, assuming that Chell
goes back to a Hibernation Chamber similar to the one you wake from
in the beginning of the game. Why would she do that? Because there's
a lot of testing between GlaDos waking and Wheatly de-railing the
whole procedure. Days of it. Weeks! And for testing, you need to be
rested. So GlaDos puts Chell in one of those nifty Apartments on
rails at the end of every day. Makes decent enough sense, don't you
think?)
The elevator came to a halt, she exited
and the cold glow of the screens displaying Aperture-adverts greeted
her, as usual. Chell felt a bit uneasy - the last Testing Chamber
almost killed her, her legs were shaking a little and her heart still
hadn’t fully calmed down. She took a moment to breathe and to
remind herself that the sooner she got through, the sooner she got to
get back to the Hibernation Cell, with a bed and the faint Illusion
of a calm life. She finally got her legs to stop shaking when she
remembered the other ‘activities’ she planned on doing once she
got back to her bed. She straightened her jumpsuit, enjoying the
brief sensation of fabric rubbing over her nipples while displaying
an almost cheeky grin on her face and thinking about how not even the
mad AI could take her masturbation routine from her(that's what she
thought, anyway).
Chell grabbed her Portal Gun, nodding to herself in
confidence and went to take a look at the backlit Hazard-display in
front of the next Testing Chamber. There was just one single hazard-symbol on the display: a stylized human, lying on a surface, with multiple hearts over it's head. “Maybe
something with a Companion Cube?” she thought to herself, keeping a
faint smile from her previous self-confident grin.
No vocal introduction hailed her when she approached the round,
automatic door leading into the testing area, just a camera following
her movements. The door opened as expected, and she went inside.
The chamber itself didn't look as
convoluted as she expected this far in the testing – a button and
an associated door, nothing else. No laseremitters, no
crate-droppers, no gel-dispensers. Just a button and a door. The
“wires” that led from the button to the door spiraled around the
pedestal of the button in a weird manner that made no sense to her,
even branched off or just disappeared under the groundplates, but
since the connection led to the door as well, she just pressed the
button, ready to dodge whatever GlaDOS might throw at her. Nothing
happened. Chell turned her head, looking for anything to change in
the chamber - too late did she notice the aperture-white clamps that
took hold of her ankles and affixed her feet to the plate she was
standing on. Quite surprised she tried to wriggle her feet free, but
to no avail: the tight, rubbery grip around her ankles did not move
an inch, and neither did she.
Then, she finally heard the voice she
almost started to miss. “Welcome to the voluntary relaxation
chamber. This is not a test.” Chell heard an almost silent buzzing
under her – she looked down and widened her eyes in shock as an
about 10 inch long, anatomically modeled phallus of the same color as
the clamps emerged from under the ground plates, affixed to a robotic
arm. “This chamber was built to relax our test subjects by
relieving them from the stress of testing. If you do not wish to take
this offer for free relaxation, say 'no' now.” Chell stared, quite
horrified, at the mechanical dildo and tried to say, then shout
something, anything really – she knew she just wasn't capable of
formulating anything other than guttural noises, and so did GlaDOS.
Desperate, she forced out “Nnnnnnnn!” and “Ooooooo!” as loud
as possible, to which the disembodied voice responded: “Your
Response has been noted as 'Anticipation'. The door to the next test
will open after an additional administering of 'stress relief'.”
Chell started to panic, pulling the trigger on her Portal Gun
repeatedly, trying to open a portal under her and maybe escape that
way, but the only response was a fizzing sound from the gun, and a
seemingly emotionless GlaDOS. “The Portal Gun has been disabled in
this chamber to ensure maximum relaxation”. She struggled against
her bindings, trying to loosen them by hand, but even her sudden,
adrenaline-induced influx of strength did not help her in any way.
The buzzing of the artificial penis grew louder, and suddenly two
mechanical arms, equipped with the same cuffs that held her feet
firmly in place, grabbed her arms and pulled her in an upright
position. She screamed, part in terror, part in frustration, as even
more mechanical arms appeared from under the groundplates, equipped
with grabbing tools. Those very same tools went to work on her,
unzipping her jumpsuit, undressing her as far as possible without
having to let go of her cuffs, which basically meant exposing her
breasts and her stomach. Only now Chell spotted one single camera,
across the room above the exit, watching her. She tried to look at it
with her most defiant glare, but got interrupted by the feeling of
cold, wet “relaxation equipment” touching her nipples, followed
by a vibrating sensation between her legs, rubbing against the fabric
of the jumpsuit. With a surprized „Eeeee!“ she looked down on
herself, recognizing the thing currently touching her nipples as some
kind of artificial tounge, lubricated and textured, rubbing over and
around her nipple quite sensually. She struggled, tried to force her
body away from it, but quickly realized just how vice-tight the grip
around her limbs was and how little room to move she had. Again, she
screamed in frustration while attempting to struggle – she felt her
nipples getting hard, and she was not ready to admit defeat to her
AI-Overlord.
She wasn’t really frightened - GlaDOS
would never try to kill her without giving her a chance to escape, so
she believed firmly. Of course, that would mean that she was actually
doing something to help her, in her own weird way, which Chell found
unsettling. Either that, or the rogue AI was just torturing her for
fun. Her mental breakdown of the situation got interrupted by a pair
of very soft, artificial lips that closed around her other nipple,
applying a gentle sucking, while the vibrating between her trained
and slim thighs intensified. She felt herself enjoying it, but still
wasn't ready to just submit – she continued struggling, shouted
angrily in the direction of the camera. “Let me go, you monster!”
she thought, but all she shouted was “Aaaaaaaa!”. Her eyes
widened as her shouting actually changed something: one of the roof
plates moved to the side, and another anatomically correct phallus
descended from above, a bit shorter, but otherwise identical to the
counterpart between her legs. The clinically clean dick, complete
with veins and an engorged head, put itself against her lips, which
she pressed together while pulling her head away from it as far as
possible. She tried desperately to keep her composure, to not let up
and resist as much as possible, if only to defy GlaDOS, but a sudden
electric shock through her nipples made her loose her concentration
and gasp in surprise, just for a second – more than enough time for
the artificial cock to force itself between her lips. She tried to
scream, but her mouth would only emit a muffled “Mmmmmhh!”,
sealed thight by the phallic instrument. She tried to bite it, but
the quite hard rubber, which she assumed felt like an actual, hard
dick, proved stronger and just started moving slowly in her mouth,
with its head rubbing over her tongue in a slow, pumping manner. She
was so busy regulating her breathing through her nose and just
getting a grip of the situation that she didn't even really notice
some of the mechanical arms cutting open her jumpsuit, which made it
slide off of her. She only really noticed her orange suit missing as
the vibrating, 10 Inch long Dildo pressed it's head against her
pleasurebutton, sending a not inconsiderable wave of pleasure through
her. Combined with the sucking and licking sensations on her nipples,
she just couldn’t supress her needs any longer and moaned loudly
onto the slowly growing artificial cockhead that started to fill out
her mouth. For the moment, she totally forgot that she was supposed
to resist and actually started rubbing her tongue alongside her oral
invader, enjoying the closest she ever came to a real dick and
drifting away into her own sex fantasies. The sudden feeling of her
pussy being invaded broke her trance and made her realize that this,
probably, was only the beginning. She tried to pull together some of
her remaining fighting spirit - not that it would have changed the
situation - and tried to somehow force the cock out of her mouth to
scream. Pressing her tongue against the fat dick had a radically
different result - it started twitching ever so slightly and dumped a
gooey substance into her mouth, filling it so full she was forced to
swallow it, since her lips were still sealed shut by the massive
girth of her intruder. Only after it had its full payload delivered
did it retreat, finally allowing her to breathe normally again. She
coughed, shook her head, tried to focus, but she could only moan from
the now rather pleasureable buzzing inside her pussy while her B-Cup
breasts, not used to touches other than her own, where still being
treated to expertly administered sucking and licking. Slowly, her
restrains moved her forward, first into a kneeling position, then on
to all fours. She tried to fight back, but the sheer force of the
orgasm she felt approaching left her mind almost blank. A loud and
lust-filled moan escaped her, then a second one, and finally she
came, crying out in pleasure with the strongest climax she had ever
felt as the vibrating tip suddenly pushed against a very sensitive
spot inside of her she didn’t even know existed. Her mind went
blank, every single thought pushed aside by the massive orgasm while
her body was rocked by uncontrollable spasms.
-end of part 1-
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