No Choice But to Be a Girl

All That Glitters -- Ch 28 Negotiations. A new friend? Training and Pets. Negotiations begin with the Piscium A Society at the Emperor's Fleet Shem. An Insectoid begins to earn the trust of humanity. An empath continues her training. © bigtddybr February 2021. This story 'All That Glitters - Ch 28' cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without the prior authorizations in writing from the author and bigtddybr must be credited for this work. Due of the number of abbreviations, ship listings, and lists of characters, in this story, I include a glossary that is now in a stand-alone chapter called 'All That Glitters: Notes'. Any and all information that you want or need to know about the series is included in Notes. It will be updated frequently simply by re-issuing the chapter to Literotica. There is little attempt to explain the back story, so it is necessary to read previous chapters to fully understand where we are. I'm told it makes a

The next evening when she returned from work there was a note on the door of her apartment; she was to go straight to the manager's suite. Inside it Paul, Martinique, Werner and the dark-skinned man awaited her. She hung her clothes up and stood in the center of the room as her hands were bound. Werner noticed the cartouche on her breast. "Chloe; one of my best pupils." Anne smiled at him and he patted her head. "Anne is in love with her," said Paul; "look, she's blushing." Werner laughed. "Easy to see when she's naked." Anne turned a deeper red; her secret was out. "Not surprised," he went on. "Happens all the time. Must be a dozen of them kissing the ground she walks on." Just then a figure entered from the kitchen. Anne shivered to see Edward approach her holding his garrote. He passed it to Paul, who was interested in its possibilities. But first he wanted to see a demonstration. Edward fastened it around her

His Majesty Michael, King of New Dorset, sits at his desk, fidgeting with a small foam basketball, spinning it on his fingers. Something buzzes on the desk, and he doesn't realize what it is until he hears the voice over the intercom. "The prime minister is here, Your Majesty," it says. "Send her in, please," says the king. A few moments pass, and then the intercom buzzes again. "Your Majesty, are you there? The prime minister is here." Frustrated, the king puts the ball down, stands up ad looks around the very large desk, stacked with papers. Finally, he finds the intercom, and holds down a button. "Send her in, please," he says again. This time the voice on the intercom says, "Yes, Your Majesty," and a moment later Judy comes in. She's wearing a very fitted knee-length red dress, a short black jacket over it, and black heels over hose. She approaches the king, and curtseys deeply. "Your Majesty," she says. The king

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictitious and not suitable for anyone that is below the legal age in their country to view pornographic material. All characters involved in the story are over the age of eighteen and belong to me. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Reader discretion is advised. Chapter 8: Atlas' Headache * * * * * It's sad to say it, folks, but this story must come to an end. "Finally..." We had no idea where we were going with this tale when it began, and it seems that some kind of plot developed as it progressed. "Our first mistake was creating a multi-chapter story based around smut. Second, well, was thinking that we should have anything to do with a serious plot in the first place. The word itself makes me sick." To balance out the abundance of sex and lack of actual story in what we've done thus far, I guess, the next three chap- "I&

Kaev could smell her. He almost couldn't believe he was this close. It seemed impossible. For nearly twenty years he'd followed lead after lead. Hunted through these foreign forests and valleys and finally he could smell her. It was real. SHE was real. As he stalked closer the scent grew stronger, threatened to overwhelm him. Though now it mixed with that dull odor of humans. He crouched at the edge of the trees and watched the small village. Less than fifty humans scrapping out a life with their little fields, their herds of frantic goats. He smirked. He saw the humans just as they saw their own livestock. He could still smell her, but hadn't spotted her yet. Somewhere she moved within this village. A breeze tickled his nose and his head snapped to the field on the far side of the village. There. He moved silently through the trees, circling the village until he had a clear view of the field. He knew her instantly. How could he not? She was his. How could she not see how

If you build a sex robot. You get Fucked. A lot. "PROTO, Stop!" Dr. Zoey reached down, prying the robotic fingers out of her pussy. **** Sex-robotics was such a stimulating field. In her lab, Dr. Zoey and her lad assistant Brad, went back to the drawing board a zillion times trying to convert a Construction Robot into a Fuck Robot. There was a huge market out there of horny women. While horny men were fine with any fuck-hole in a blow-up doll, women needed something more finessed... something with a delightfully long tongue. Finally, Dr. Zoey combined a Construction robot and a Manservant robot. Her prototype was a sexbot with brute strength, delicate skill, and vibrating fingers. And the necessary accessories, a titanium dick, and the ability to spurt semen. Creating synthetic semen is more complicated than it seems. Zoey had to suck off her assistant Brad, several times before getting the correct cum texture and taste. A good scientist sucks balls when she has to. Finally