Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Then I saw what looked like two white bricks at the base of the pedestal. Oh good—I could use those to climb up. So this was now definitely doable. Good, because I really had to go!
Before I peed in the pot, however, I wanted to be sure it was the right place to relieve myself. I mean, what if it was part of the spaceship’s engine and I shorted it out by peeing in it? That would certainly make my giant captor very unhappy and I wasn’t free of him yet. I didn’t want to be punished like a naughty puppy who had piddled in the corner.
I looked down into the silver pot and saw a glimmer of dark blue liquid. This seemed promising—like an airplane toilet maybe. This must be the place to go, I thought. Of course, I didn’t see any toilet paper but I decided that just this once, I could air dry. If I didn’t pee soon, I was going to burst.
Carefully, I stepped up onto the two white bricks at the base of the pedestal. As I stepped on them, I noticed that they lit up—the first brick turned red and the second turned blue. It seemed ominous and any other time I would have jumped back, but did I mention how badly I had to go? I decided to ignore the glowing bricks and just pee as quickly as I could.
Settling myself carefully on the edge of the pot—I had to be careful because it was freaking huge and if I wasn’t careful I would certainly fall in—I finally began to pee.
If you’ve ever had to hold it for a really long time, you know what a relief it is when you get to go. I closed my eyes and sighed in pure bliss as the terrible pressure in my bladder was at last released. I felt my shoulders slump as some of the tension I’d been carrying finally left my body and for a minute, I could almost pretend I was back home in my own apartment instead of on an alien spaceship headed God-only-knew-where. For a moment, I felt almost peaceful.
That was, until I felt something hard and cold wrap itself around my waist.
With a gasp, I looked down and saw that the shiny silver bowl I was sitting on had somehow grown a long, silver tentacle out of its side. This tentacle was currently holding me in place where I sat.
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed and reached for the silver tentacle to try and pry it off. No dice—it was really strong and it had a firm hold on me—it was wrapped around my waist twice in a double loop.
I tried to jump down off the pot, but the tentacle wouldn’t let me—and then the pot grew another tentacle from its other side!
I watched in fear as this new appendage waved ominously at me. What did it want? Was the toilet trying to eat me? Was I going to end my life as a snack for an alien commode?
Then, to my horror, the second tentacle made a dive for the space between my legs.
“Hey!” I gasped. “No!”
I managed to grip the silver tentacle before it could get too far, but it was like fighting with a python. The thing was doing its damndest to get to my coochie, but I was having none of it. I’ve seen tentacle hentai before and I had no wish to star in my own version of it!
“No!” I shouted at the tentacle as I wrestled with it. “Get away from me! You’re not impregnating me with your alien spawn, you bastard!”
Just at that moment, the fabric curtain was pushed aside and the gray giant was standing there, staring at me with a surprised and bemused look on his face.
“What in the name of the Goddess Everlasting are you doing, little one?” he rumbled.
SIX
ELLI
“What am I doing?” I panted, staring up at my captor. “I’m trying to keep your damn toilet from raping me!”
“From what?” He frowned in obvious confusion.
“The…the tentacles!” I panted. “Your toilet is holding me down and trying…trying to…impregnate me!”
“Impregnate you?” A look of understanding came over his face and he made a low, rumbling sound that was obviously amused. After a moment, I realized he was laughing at me, the big bastard!
“You think this is funny?” I demanded, glaring up at him. “Make it stop! You’re supposed to be my owner so help me!”
I hoped that by appealing to his pet-owner instincts, I might get some other result than just laughter. But the gray giant just kept rumbling.
“Little one,” he said at last, still chuckling. “Just let the washing arm go so it can do its job. It’s not trying to fill you with seed—it simply wants to wash and dry you.”
“It…it what?” I was nearly at the end of my strength. The silver toilet tentacle was strong, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it. I glared up at him. “I don’t believe you! If it only wants to clean me, then why is it holding me down? I nodded at the other tentacle, still wrapped around my waist.