Posted by PK on April 27, 2003 at 16:58:47:
Albert felt the same way. Her presence intoxicated him. He pulled himself together with an
effort. "Who shall we start with?" he asked.
"Well, if you're hungry, " she winked, "There's Susie. I could get her out here pretty easy, or
we could go to her place after dark. You'll like her. Blonde, stacked, legs up to here, sexy as
hell. She goes both ways and she'd like a piece of me."
A kindred spirit, then. And any number of openings. Albert could almost taste her. Various
glands did their jobs. "I want to eat Susie," he said simply.
"Okay then," said Carmel. "Let's get down to it."
For a pleasant half hour they swapped ideas, laid plans and discussed strategy until Carmel
finally called a halt. "This is all very interesting," she said, "but its a bit too, y'know,
complicated? Why don't we try some of this on the next one, this time let me get Susie for
you. I'll need to make a call, you got local phone service here?"
Albert's comm system could in fact tap into the phone network. "Yes," he said simply and
showed her how to reach a certain number. Then he left her to it. He didn't entirely
understand the exchange that followed, his translator was programmed for English, not
American Female, and Carmel's normal conversation was only just comprehensible. When it
lapsed in full Girl Talk he was lost.
"Okay," said Carmel at last. "It's all set up. We're going to have a picnic." Grinning wickedly,
she explained.
Later that day, two delightful young women appeared in an equally delightful sylvan glade
and lay down a tablecloth. From a large wicker basket they produced a tempting array of
foods and a bottle of champagne. They proceeded to eat and drink leisurely, chatting and
smiling. One of the girls was a voluptuous brunette, the other a tallish blonde with elegant
legs. Both wore shorts and halters, the leggy blonde had sandals on. Unknown to one of
them, a third paricipant was waiting to join in.
"This is really great, Mel," said Susie. "I couldn't believe it when you phoned me right out of
nowhere like that. We haven't done anything fun like this in ages."
"Fun's just beginning," said Carmel, smiling suggestively. Susie looked warily hopeful.
"Youdon't mean....?"
"Sure, why not?" Carmel put a strawberry to her lips and then playfully popped it into Susie's
mouth. Susie almost choked but recovered gracefully.
"I thought you weren't into that? All those times I hinted, you let me know it wasn't your
thing." She shrugged. They had stayed friends anyway, she had accepted it.
"Well, you know what they say. Try anything once..." Carmel reached forward and
unbuttoned Susie's shorts. Astonished, Susie let her friend strip her, unwilling to risk spoiling
the moment by protesting. Before very long she was lying on the grass being stroked in a
very intimate manner, by someone she'd dreamed about doing this with.
"You're going to love it once you try it, Mel. Let me show you...." she sighed.
"In a minute, plenty of time. Close your eyes," said Carmel. "Let's play a game. Remember
those fantasies we used to have? When we'd imagine being eaten alive by all sorts of
animals and monsters?"
Susie smiled. They had played that game at sleepovers and on a camping trip. Although
she'd never had sex with Carmel, they'd masturbated together, swapping descriptions of how
they were being slowly devoured. "Sure," she said, "You were the best at dreaming them up.
So now you're really a monster in disguise and you're going to gulp me down after we've
finished..."
"Mmm, something like that." A looming shape moved out of the bushes quite quietly for its
size, but Susie was oblivious. Carmel licked her small breasts.
"Ohh, that's good. Hey, how many hands have you got anyway? Go on, what sort of
monster? Tell me." This was really Carmel's favourite game, but she could definitely get into
it.
"A Space Toad. Actually, he's a friend of mine and he's going to eat you real soon."
"Go ahead, Space Toad. Will he leave you any? Hey, is that a hand? Oh!" Albert's tongue
had finally inserted itself between her legs. Susie opened her eyes and started to get up, or
tried to. "Oh my GOD! What IS that?" Albert was now looming over her from one side,
Carmel, with a delighted grin on her face, was on the other.
"Surprise! Susie, meet Albert the Space Toad, Albert, Susie."
"Charmed," said Albert. For the last half hour he had been attuning himself empathically to
Susie, enhancing her arousal. At close range, he was now emitting pheromones at full blast.
Just in case all that didn't work, though, he had one large foreclaw gently but firmly pinning
her midriff.
Susie stared at Carmel in horror, despite the excitement she somehow couldn't shake off
despite her panic. "Oh Carmel, you didn't! You brought me here for this? How could you?"
"It's a picnic," said Carmel with insane reasonableness. "We've had ours, now Albert gets his.
You. Oh come on Susie, relax, it'll be fun. Try anything once, right? You'll enjoy it if you do,
promise. Albert says all women really enjoy being eaten once they get into it. Well, mostly
all..."
"Bitch," said Susie, faintly. There were tears in her eyes. "I hope he eats you too."
"Oh, he will. Susie, don't get all heavy, go with it. It'll be fun!"
In fact, Susie had little choice in the matter. Her animal survival instincts knew when they
were licked and she gave in and surrendered to Albert's and Carmel's ministrations. Give
them credit, they gave Susie a really good send off. She almost didn't notice when Albert
drew her feet into his mouth. Almost. She twitched a bit when her toes went in. Carmel
watched in fascination as her long, shapely legs disappeared in sections: ankles, calves, then
thighs. Susie hardly even struggled, though she convulsed when he got to her crotch.
"Oh God, I'm going. I'm going....Carmel?" She was panting now. "Let me lick your tits, just
once? I always..AAAHH...wanted to." By now she was far enough in for Albert's internal cilia
to start tenderising her. His tongue was already well up inside her.
"Sure," said Carmel, pulling off her top. "Here you go, have a ball!" She swung a full brown
breast into Susie's mouth. Her friend's tongue and teeth were surprisingly gentle, she
wouldn't have been surprised if Susie had bitten her. She continued to let her doomed friend
play with her tits until she was almost all gone. When her neat blonde head disappeared
between Albert's lips, Carmel fell over and came in her pants. For a minute or two she lay
there getting her breath back.
"Oh GOD! That was fan-fuckin-tastic," she finally said. "How was it for you Albert?"
Albert was squatting there with a look of what she assumed was bliss on his face. "Delicious,"
he sighed contentedly.
"Susie?"
"She..ah...enjoyed herself at the end. In fact she's still wriggling a bit. I like a lively lunch." He
licked his lips and eyed Carmel. Could he manage another one? He was tempted, but
controlled himself. Susie had been an excellent meal, better not spoil it by overindulging.
Carmel crawled over and patted his belly.
"Way to go, Suze," she said. She propped herself up against Albert and for a while they just
sat there in companionable silence.
"What's next, old Toad?" she murmured at last. "Me for supper or more team supreme?"
Albert considered. "Well," he said thoughtfully, "That's up to you. I'll eat you next if you like,
that was the deal, but I wouldn't mind having your help a little longer. It could be fun, don't
you think?"
"Mmmm. It sure was." She stretched voluptuously. Her breasts were still bare. "Sure you
don't want seconds?"
Albert gulped. "I did think about that just now," he said truthfully. "But I didn't want to guzzle.
Not fair to your friend or you," he added primly. In fact, fairness was somewhat less of a
consideration than his own epicurean enjoyment, but there was no need to point that out.
"You did, huh? Thought about just poppin' me in right after Susie?"
"Yes," Albert admitted.
"All RIGHT!" exclaimed Carmel, punching him playfully. "Atta Toad!"
"You mean you want to go now?" Albert was a little confused.
Carmel considered it. "Weeeel....it's tempting, but I think I'll stick around for a while, unless
you get carried away? Like you say, could be fun."
"Oh. Good, I'd appreciate that. So your exclamation....?"
"Geez, you're a little slow on the uptake sometimes, no offense. Too busy digesting Susie,
right? A girl likes to feel wanted, that's all. Didn't want to think you'd lost your appetite for me,
okay?"
It wasn't just the translation software, Albert admitted to himself. He should have
remembered that Earth females need to be assured of their desirability. And she was right,
he was too busy enjoying the sensation of digesting his lovely prey to think of it. He sighed
internally. It was going to be vexing to have to stroke her ego instead of just indulging
himself. Maybe he should just eat her now, or put her in storage. No, he'd give it a bit more
time. After all, she really had been useful and interacting with her could teach him a lot. He
wasn't arrogant enough to believe that he was more intelligent than she was. Humans were
prey of course, but they were clever prey.
"No chance of that," he reassured her. "The only problem will be working with you without
swallowing you up." He extended his tongue and wrapped it around her waist. Susie didn't
need it any more, she was being comfortably digested, barely even squirming*. The tip
quested upward and touched her left breast, probing. "Maybe one time, when you're not
expecting it, I'll just do it anyway."
"Now that's more like it," Carmel purred.
It was the right thing to say. Albert was getting the hang of this.
** It should be explained, to those of you who don't know - poor ignorant souls - that a Space
Toad's tongue proceeds from much deeper inside his body than a human's does. More
details may be supplied on request.**
In the days that followed, Carmel did indeed prove to be an asset. Once they'd aroused from
their postprandial (and post orgasmic) torpor, the first thing they addressed was the business
of the picnic. It really had been too risky, despite the fun. Someone might have stumbled
across them and all sorts of complications might have ensued. They'd simply been lucky
nobody had. Carmel disposed of Susie's discarded clothes, apart from the sandals, which she
liked and kept for herself. Returning to Albert's concealed ship, they had great fun making
plans. Some of them were amusing but impractical, and as time pressed they got down to
business.
"Wendy's probably our best target for a quick score," Carmel concluded. Albert slipped his
tongue under her short denim skirt and goosed her. She squeaked. "Unless....?"
"Sorry. Later. Go on..."
Carmel had had to change her underwear after the Susie session. She said she felt grungy
wearing the pants she'd come in, though Albert said she smelt fine. In future, she had said,
she do that sort of job in a skirt. Panties just got in the way.
"Here it is," she said. And she explained...
Getting into Wendy's house wasn't difficult. Carmel knew which plant pot she kept the spare
key under. The trick was getting Albert in unnoticed. Space Toads are good at stealth, which
is fine when lurking for prey in out of the way places like the woods, where his colouring
helped as camouflage, but it was difficult for a giant alien toad, however stealthy, to go
unseen in a less rural environment. Somehow, they managed it. Despite his increased bulk,
Albert was still able to pass through doorways, because Space Toads are rather more
malleable than humans. When he wasn't bloated with a heavy meal, he could get through
any gap he could fit his head through, rather like a cat. Since Carmel knew all about Wendy's
daily routines, the rest was easy.
In she came, dressed in athletic gear from her weekly workout at the gym. As was her
custom she shed her clothes casually as she walked through the house, heading for the
spacious bathroom. Her full but athletic figure was sheened with healthy sweat and Carmel,
hiding in a closet, was a little envious. There she went, off for her shower, and Carmel stifled
a giggle. She sneaked after her, unwilling to miss the fun. A gasp, a stifled shriek...
Carmel dashed in after her. She was struggling in the Space Toad's foreclaws which were
trying to stuff her into his mouth. His tongue had a good grip too, the outcome was inevitable.
"Now don't be difficult," said Albert soothingly. "I'm just going to eat you, it won't hurt." He
could do this without moving his lips as the translator speaker didn't use his vocal chords.
The effect would have been a little unsettling for Wendy, if being attacked by an girl-gobbling
alien in her bathroom hadn't already gone beyond that. She renewed her efforts.
"Let me go!" she yelled, kicking and trying to hit him. Carmel couldn't help it, she snorted on
a suppressed laugh and Wendy's head turned.
"Carmel! What the fuck are you doing here? Help me!"
"Sorry, Wendy," Carmel choked out. "You're Space Toad fast food. Get used to it, kid."
Wendy's reply was lost to history as Albert managed to get her upper body into his gullet.
After that it was easier. Her arms had no leverage as her shoulders were confined and she
slipped down head first. In a series of slurping gulps she disappeared into Albert's gullet, her
still-kicking feet last. Carmel fingered herself vigorously as she watched.
"Whoah," she sighed at last. "Good one, Toady!"
Over the next couple of weeks, more of Carmel's friends fell to the machinations of the
diabolical duo. Albert's hunting expertise and Carmel's insider knowledge (and, it must be
admitted, base treachery) were an unbeatable combination. As they got into the swing of it,
they captured more than even the gourmand Toad could eat on the spot, and some of them
were put into storage against future need.
****************
"They're starting to notice," she confided to Albert one night, over a mug of the brandy-spiked
milk she had grown fond of. Her dual and duplicitous existence had been fun but it was
bound to catch up with her sooner or later. Her friends were a self-absorbed lot on the whole
but they weren't stupid, the disappearances were beginning to attract attention.
"Nobody can link them to you, surely?" Albert asked worriedly. It wasn't really a serious
problem, he could always divert attention from Carmel by 'disappearing' her too, but he had
come to rely on her help.
"Not yet, but it won't be much longer. What's the matter? You'll be okay, you can just eat me.
Don't you want to any more?" She pouted.
Albert stifled a sigh. He had learned the necessity of stroking Carmel's self-esteem, but apart
from hunting, subtlety wasn't his forte. Luckily, what she wanted to hear wasn't a million miles
from the simple truth. "Of course I do. It's just that..." he paused enticingly.
"What?" Carmel was suspicious but intrigued. Good, she'd gone for it.
"Well, you're so good at this. You'd make a good stalker if you'd been born a Space Toad
instead of natural prey. But since you are, I'd planned to have you for my 'farewell, Earth'
dinner. Still, if you want to pack it in now, if you're out of ideas...." he licked his lips.
Carmel pondered that for a minute, then she grinned. "Maybe not just yet," she said. "I've got
a couple of things left I'd like to try..."
Later....
"So what do you think happened to them?" Michelle wondered. "They can't all just have left
town."
The two of them were sharing a bottle of wine beside a swimming pool. It was a warm night
and they were both scantily dressed, Carmel in a short skirt and halter, her friend in a T-shirt
over a thong bikini that hardly disguised her trim, petite body. Not a big meal, Carmel
thought, but lean and probably tasty. Albert loved it when they wriggled.
"Maybe the Space Toad ate them," Carmel offered flippantly. It was the kind of bad taste
joke that went down well after a drink or two. Just girls together having fun. Michelle giggled.
She knew about Carmel's obsession with the silly idea of Space Monsters eating people and,
though she wouldn't admit it while sober, rather enjoyed it.
The pool was situated in a leafy suburb and the soft wind stirred the branches. It was an ideal
setting for deliciously spine tingling scary stories.
"That's the imaginary Space Toad your mad friends on the Internet told you about, right?" the
petite redhead teased.
"The very same," said Carmel owlishly. She was less drunk than she appeared to be, but she
hoped she had spiked the right drink. This would work better if Michelle was a little high.
*********************
"Tell me again how he does it," Michelle demanded.
Carmel did, in gross and lascivious detail that had her friend quivering in that delicate space
between terror and arousal that has been known for decades to those teenage boys,
otherwise ignorant of psychology, who take their dates to scary movies,.
"And he tickles them all over while they're being digested?" Michelle was squirming slightly in
her seat. "Inside and out?"
"Yup."
"I don't see how that would work," Michelle protested, trying to maintain a scientific
detachment. "The tongue couldn't....Hey, is the pool tilting? That shouldn't happen..."
Obviously she was higher than she thought. Carmel relaxed in relief.
"I'll show you. Come for a walk?"
"Sure, why not?" Well, why not? It was a nice night for a walk in the woods, and it wasn't that
dark yet. They trooped off out of the garden and into the woods beyond. It wasn't far to where
Albert was lurking, but Michelle almost fell twice.
"Come on," she kept entreating, "What are you going to show me?"
"This," said Carmel as they entered a clearing. The skies were still slightly light and there was
a big moon, the light was chimerical, dreamlike. Albert loomed out of the bushes.
"Eeep! Wha...what's that? Carmel! What is it?"
"It's Albert. Don't worry, he's friendly. You are friendly, aren't you, Al, ole buddy?"
"Certainly," said Albert. His translator strove for an affable tone.
"He's a Space Toad," Carmel explained. "Tell her about the tongue, Albert."
Michelle wasn't sure this was real. The 'Space Toad' looked cartoonish to her fuddled senses.
He didn't seem hostile though. In fact he did seem friendly. She had no idea how much effort
Albert was putting into the empathic projection that gave her that impression, but that and her
pharmaceutically altered state combined to calm her fears. "Tongue?" she managed.
"Tongue is a loose term," Albert lectured in the most pedantic manner he could summon. "It
does serve some of the same functions as the human equivalent, and some others, but it
proceeds from the inside of the digestive tract, which combines the functions of the stomach
and intestines."
Michelle was not stupid, even when stoned. "Does that mean you can taste what you're
digesting?" she asked.
"In a manner of speaking, yes," said Albert, still in lecturing mode. Carmel had suggested
that talking like a visiting lecturer in exobiology from a British University would make him
sound as non-threatening as possible. They hadn't managed to come up with a tweed jacket
that would fit him and a briar pipe, she regretfully concluded, would have been going too far.