Smokedawg “Bound Flesh”

About the Author

J. Jefferson (aka Smokedawg) is a middle-aged editor and journalist manifesting his mid-life crisis by finally writing the fiction his schoolmates always thought he would have been writing since graduation (but didn’t). He began work on a sci-fi novel in 2008, then fell into erotica in 2009 by starting his blog ”Better With Smoke” (http://betterwithsmoke.wordpress.com) as a way to explore the smoking fetish in fiction and commentary. He sometimes writes exclusive smoking fetish erotica for the forum “Smoking Fetish Kingdom” and is also regularly contributing general erotica and even some non-erotic fiction for the Celis T. Rono Writer’s Collective. You can e-mail him at: pseudojeff@msn.com.

Bound Flesh

Life in Chicago post-invasion certainly wasn’t a bore—and exhaustion was par for the course, Audrey considered. Of course, she’d put herself, as had her brother Oliver, into that position when they elected to be part of the resistance three years before. Among the few who hadn’t embraced their new reptilian overlords.

OK, to be fair, only some of them are reptilian, Audrey acknowledged in her mind. Along with amphibians, inverterbrates, avians, mammalians, herbacians, botanoids, arachnoids, insectoids, silicoids, hydrocarbon-based colloidal intelligences, sentient mathematical equations, luminous cohesive thought matrices, and a slew of others.

But reptilian beings did form the largest single bloc of extraterrestrial entities in the Grand Hegemony. And Earth was the newest member, whether it wanted to be or not. It wasn’t as if there had really been much resistance. Hegemon starcruisers had surrounded the Earth, some of them had entered orbit, and others had landed on large areas of open ground or now floated near coastal areas. But there had never been any assault. No bloodshed—at least not by member of the Hegemony.

“Fuck all those sci-fi movies,” Ollie had said to her in the early days they were putting together their Humanity’s Heart organization. “No lasers, no exotic viruses or chemicals to wipe us out. No trying to serve us up for dinner. No mind control devices. No troops. No concentration camps. Just plain old simple strategy of give us what we want, and we’ll roll over.”

And he had been right. Why harm humanity when, as a vastly technologically superior collection of races, you could simply convert everyone on the planet over to your side with gifts that cost you almost nothing? Or, at least, the vast majority of humans, leaving only pockets of dissent like Ollie, Audrey and the other few folks at Humanity’s Heart—as well as scattered others across the planet. The Hegemon ships that hovered in the sky or were now ground- or water-based structures became meccas for humans to get whatever they wanted: Cures for most of their diseases, painless cosmetic surgery, drugs that made heroin seem like a cup of strong tea and had minimal side effects, sex with any number of exotic races or pleasure androids, mind-blowing virtual reality experiences, and so much more.

Even the governments that wanted to stand fast against the invaders were quickly overwhelmed by the members of their populace who were only too happy to hand everything over to the Grand Hegemony.

Not like we’d ever miss most of it, right? Audrey mused. Nuclear weapons and chemical weapon stockpiles were taken over by them and converted into raw materials for their own needs. Millions of gallons of ocean water had been harvested, but it’s not like that really affected many beaches. Numerous animal species spirited away from the planet and some ecosystems destroyed for the Hegemony’s goals. But since they could provide every form of sustenance and medicine and pleasure we might desire, who cared what they did to our planet, right?

The Hegemony had also hewn out huge chunks of the Moon, and was busily harvesting what it needed and wanted from the other planets in the solar system and from the asteroid belts and various comets weaving and wending their way through the outer portions of the system. It was, humans had learned—not that many of them were bothered much by it anymore—standard Hegemony practice.

Primitive species like humans are allowed to benefit from a wealth of pleasures and technologies deemed appropriate for them, and in return we give over our planets to be the newest Hegemony colonies or sources of raw materials, Audrey recalled. And in a few centuries, when our solar system is almost completely harvested of what they want, we might even be “mature” enough to become voting Hegemons and go out on future waves of expansion and conquest with them.

Snorting to herself in disgust over the way her own species had rolled over and given up, Audrey flipped on all the lights in the offices of Humanity’s Heart, unlocked the main door, and sat down at her terminal to await the arrival of one of the few staff members who had been around almost since the beginning—most of the others all having fallen by the wayside, attracted by some shiny thing or another offered by the Hegemony—so that he and she could get some more materials together.

An all-nighter with Clark might be a lot more fun, Audrey told herself, if he wasn’t already taken by Cassie.

* * *

One of the most unnerving things about being a resistance group, even a peaceful one, Ollie had long realized, was the fact that the Grand Hegemony hadn’t done a single thing to prevent them from getting their message out. In fact, Ollie and Audrey had never once been denied access to Internet and VirtuGrid space to disseminate their ideals and warnings.

That’s how arrogant the Hegemons are, he realized. How supremely self-confident they are. They are certain—and they’re probably right, in the end—that 99% of humanity will bend over for them, so why worry about a few holdouts?

Some 80% of all able adults worked for the Hegemony directly or almost directly, Ollie and Audrey knew all too well. Not only had humans given up their planet and solar system, but they were all too willing to work to help strip it for the Hegemons and to process materials or otherwise advance the agenda of the Hegemony. Because working for them got you even more exotic benefits. And the higher up you were on the ladder, the closer you got to paradise—at least from a human perspective. Ollie could scarcely imagine what prizes were held in reserve for “primitives” that had been subjects and allies of the Hegemony for decades or centuries.

Ollie felt a little stab of pain in his head—the typical headache he got whenever he considered how few people listened to him and his sister. Their staff at Humanity’s Heart turned over more than a ten-dollar whore and there were only three people who’d been around almost as long as Audrey and himself—and only two others besides them who’d stayed on longer than a year.

Swimming against the current, and too few people willing to pass on what the Hegemony offered, he groaned silently.

He and Audrey had taken a hard-line approach with themselves and encouraged others to do the same. They refused to take advantage of even the advanced medical and pharmaceutical care they could access, much less the carnal pleasures or high-tech entertainment. Ollie recalled the first time he had gone to the doctor, post-invasion, and told him he wanted one of the human-created antibiotics for his sinus infection. Penicillin, amoxicillin or one of those. The doc had looked at him like he was a fool, but wrote the prescription.

The pharmacy was thrilled, though, since they were trying to get rid of their old stock of such things. So they gave him three times what the prescription had been written for, and charged him half of what a single course of the antibiotics would have cost.

Ollie was startled out of reverie by a knock at the door of his apartment, and when he opened it, he was even more startled to see Cassie standing there, her eyes rimmed with red and puffy from crying.

“I don’t know who else to talk to, Ollie,” she said weepily. “Clark just broke up with me. Broke up with me cold. Ollie…”

He was surprised when she rushed into his chest and hugged him, sobbing against his torso, but it felt like the most natural thing in the world to wrap his arms around her and murmur soothing platitudes.

A handful of real humans in a vast herd of sheeple, he thought. Who else can we turn to for comfort but each other, since we won’t go to the pharmoplexes or pleasuremalls the Hegemony offers?

* * *

Audrey and Clark weren’t much more than an hour into their work, brainstorming slogans to wake up humanity to their vanishing autonomy and their mindless consumption of all things Hegemon, when Clark sighed and said, “Audrey, I really don’t have my heart in this. I broke up with Cassie earlier tonight.”

Trying to ignore the thrilling leap of her heart and trying to hold on to some sense of feminine unity, she answered, “If you did the leaving, why are you all broken up?”

His frown held all sorts of strange implications, and he came back with, “Because I’m not even sure the person I broke up with her for is going to want me.”

“Oh, and who would that be?” Cassie said sternly.

Her notion of standing by a spurned member of her gender vanished quickly when he took her chin gently in his hand and kissed her slowly and passionately.

* * *

Ollie had served up three cups of hot coffee for Cassie before she finally stopped sniffling and looking like an emotional wreck. He was officially out of facial tissues—not that he really had all that many left in the box anyway—and the only reason he hadn’t changed his sodden and snot-covered shirt was that part of him found it so endearing and flattering that she had chosen his shirt to be thus sullied.

“Oh, God, Ollie, I’ve made a mess of that nice shirt, didn’t I?” she said, stifling a little giggle. After all the crying, it warmed Ollie’s heart to hear something 180 degrees removed from emotional pain. “Please, change it before I start crying over the evidence of how much a burden I’ve been tonight.”

“No burden at all, Cassie,” Ollie said, “but never let it be said I didn’t honor the wishes of a lady. I’ll be back in a flash.”

He had just gotten his shirt off and pulled open a drawer to locate another when he heard a startled exclamation from his living room and heard Cassie say, “Oh, my, what’s this?”

At the tone of her voice, he rushed out of his bedroom, shirtless, to see what was the matter.

Cassie was shirtless, too. And without a bra, no less. And she had two of the most gorgeous breasts he had ever seen.

“Ollie, if the lady asked you to help her forget a certain asshole ex-boyfriend, would you be as quick to please as you were before?”

His lips were teasing eagerly at her nipples by the time she had finished her sentence.

* * *

Clark had made what Audrey could only classify as sexual performance art out of the act of stripping her. It took him an hour to get almost all her clothes off, and as he did so, he touched her and kissed her ravenously. He made what she would have considered the most non-erogenous parts of her body—her armpits that were a day overdue for shaving among them—into thrilling destinations for his lips, tongue and fingers.

She was down to bra and panties now, and he had her panting and gasping already, as if they had been fucking for hours. He cupped one breast in his right hand and flicked the nipple repeatedly with his thumb. He did it so quickly, and with maddening alterations in force—from feather-light to stinging—that she could hardly think straight. And then in the midst of that, his face dipped down to her sopping panties and his nose pressed up against her through the silky material, and she came, thrusting her pantied pussy up into his face savagely, sucking on the fingers of his left hand, which had strayed up to her face.

When she finally came down from her orgasm, she looked down at him and realized he still hadn’t shed any of his clothes.

“So, when do I get to strip you?” she asked, panting and shivering.

“If I haven’t yet worn out my welcome, or your lovely body, this seems like a good a time as any,” he said with a warm smile.

* * *

Objectively, Ollie knew that there were others like him—his sister, for one—who weren’t just going to roll over for the Hegemony. But subjectively, he suddenly felt like Cassie and he were the last two real humans left in the world. Embracing each other at the end of the era of homo sapien, clutching to their humanity as firmly as they were clutching the backs of each others’ heads and asses.

Their tongues wrestled until Ollie was breathless, and then Cassie gave him some time to get his air back while she nipped and sucked at his nipples.

Dear God, and I once thought those things were useless on a man, Ollie thought to himself as he moaned and whimpered in passion.

He buried his face between her tits and then kissed her neck. He sucked at everything he could find and when Cassie pushed him down, smiled at him, and tucked one finger under the waistband of her panties, licking her lips and cocking one eyebrow, Ollie nodded vigorously.

Seconds later, he was lapping at her glistening labia, her recently shaved pubes sliding wetly and effortlessly against his face. Her scent and flavor filled him as her hands reached back to tickle at his balls and keep him hard. Ten minutes later, she screamed as her pussy rained its juices over his tongue and chin.

She slid slowly off his face, her cunt leaving a warm, slick trail down his chest and belly as she set herself atop him and licked his lips.

“Would you care to make the lady come again, and maybe get a little something-something for yourself, too?” she asked with a husky whisper.

Ollie nodded even more vigorously than before.

* * *

Clark had let her strip him finally, but he seemed hell-bent on finding out how many orgasms a woman could endure before insisting that the man fuck her and get his own, too.

Audrey had actually lost count, but knew she had experienced either five or six more orgasms since that first one, and each just a little better than the one before. It was, she decided as he lapped up the salty sweat trickling between her breasts, time for him to prove he could get as well as he gave.

Although it would be nice if his cock also gave as well as his mouth and hands did, she thought.

“I trust you’re going to fuck me sometime tonight,” she said, half-snarling her words but even that tone holding more lust in it than anything else.

He laughed throatily and kissed her hard. “Well, if you insist.”

He lifted her up, laid her across the conference table, and climbed up on her. At first, Audrey was certain the hard surface of the table would make her regret her challenge, but Clark was slow and thick inside her—God, he had entered her so smoothly she had hardly noticed!—and his hands cupped beneath her butt cheeks kept her cushioned enough that she had no complaint.

Her muscles were so exhausted from her multiple orgasms before that she couldn’t work up the energy to do more than absently touch his abdomen from time to time as he slid in and out of her, up and down, spiraling deeper and then pulling back.

Cork-screwing me, she thought giddily. Spiraling out of control…

Languid and hot, like an Atlanta summer night. Deep and insistent, like the promises of a lifelong friend. Smooth as a diamond but soft as a fluttering wing. Hard as iron but slick like honey.

He didn’t fuck her. He worshipped her cunt. His cock was an offering to her temple, and he was prostrate before her divine womanhood for an hour as she had three more tiny orgasms and he stayed hard. And then another 15 minutes until he finally came, and his seed rushed into her and she came again, screaming his name and God’s in the same breath.

* * *

Ollie hadn’t realized it was possible for a woman to ride him for so long without making him come. Every time he was certain that he was about to explode, she would pull back. It maddened him a bit, making him crazy with the desire to ejaculate, but then she would lavish him with kisses and tickles. She would stroke his sides or his shoulders—almost any part of his body that wasn’t wired straight to his dick—and the intimacy of those acts brought him a kind of pleasure that her cunt on his cock didn’t. Lesser pleasures from the point of view of intensity, but still so loving and bonding that he couldn’t imagine complaining.

And then,  as he began to soften, her pussy would slide over his manhood again, and tease him to hardness with silky wet strokes. And when he was hard, she would be atop him again—Damn, it was nice to have a woman on top for once!—and she would rock, and twist, and undulate on his cock.

She was like the tides. No, she controlled his tides. She was the moon that made the shores of his lust recede or advance at her will. She was the sun around which his libido orbited. The sum of his desires.

Cassie was so wet, it felt like she was drowning his dick in the nectar of the gods. She was so warm that he thought he might melt into a puddle right there beneath her on his bed.

Damn! When did we finally actually get from the living room to my bed? he wondered with a silent laugh.

Ollie had long since lost track of when they had started to fuck and how many times she had released him and reclaimed her into her holiest of holies.

“Oh, Ollie, this is so right, isn’t it?” she moaned above him, her voice setting just the right harmonics alight in his head. “If only we could have done this long ago.”

Her hips rocked, and her inner walls clutched and clenched, and it took him a moment to realize she wasn’t releasing him this time. Her pelvis pinned his to the mattress with a wet, blazing insistence. So firm and demanding that he couldn’t even raise his own pelvis up to press deeper. She had already engulfed him thoroughly.

Ollie cried out in passion. He wept openly, even as he begged her to stop. And never to stop. And he said “I love you Cassie” and meant every syllable of it.

* * *

In the afterglow of their union, Clark tickled at Audrey’s neck with one forefinger, and smiled.

“Together forever,” he said.

And odd thing to say having just broken up with Cassie and this having been their first time together, she noted in her head.

“Together forever,” he repeated, and the words resonated oddly in her mind. They seemed to reverberate throughout her body, but especially through her breasts and down  between her thighs.

“A bit early for that kind of…”

He placed a finger to her lips, as another ran down her hip and thigh, and set her pussy to quivering.

“Time to talk about the dissolution of Humanity’s Heart, Audrey. Time to talk about our future. Your warm and soft and beautiful future with me,” he said.

Audrey rolled away from him slowly, warning signs flashing throughout her mind. She got up off the bed, and moved toward her clothes, uncertain if she should calmly dress or quickly flee.

Nonplussed, Clark watched her with calm, warm eyes. As she reached down for her panties, he made a series of clicking sounds with his tongue.

Audrey’s knees buckled as her quim quivered and juiced again. More clicks and trilling sounds now, that traveled through her ears and into her mind, making jelly of her thoughts and making several parts of her body flare in erogenous delight.

“I have your synch now, Audrey,” Clark said. “I am tuned to you, and you to me. Passion’s slaves, both of us. Though, to be perfectly honest, I supposed I’m more your keeper than your slave.”

Audrey gasped, and all sense of betrayal that she felt was snuffed out by a desire to feel what she had just felt again. And again. And again.

* * *

“Your sabbatical from Humanity’s Heart—a very long sabbatical—is something I think we should talk about,” Cassie whispered into Ollie’s ear. The barest whisper, but it captured his full attention.

“Too important to take a break now,” Ollie said, his tongue feeling sluggish and dull. “Too…”

“Pointless,” Cassie said, running a finger in a slow swirl over his belly, then pressing in a most peculiar way on his belly button that made his vision swim and made him gasp in pleasure. “Humanity’s Heart is at an end. And I have better work for you once we come back from your sabbatical.”

“What do you mean?” Ollie asked, worry creeping through the arousal. “Are you working with the Hegemony? Do you think you can seduce me away from this…”

She licked his neck suddenly, and Ollie was shocked at how the tip of her tongue seemed to become as precise as a scalpel, running a firm, wet, tight line up to his jaw. His body suddenly relaxed into helplessness, even as his head began to buzz with arousal and his cock began to rise again.

“We are now in union,” Cassie said, placing a strange intonation on the last word. Ollie felt it resonate in him, and suddenly it seemed like his very heartbeat was in synch with hers; his own breath tied to hers. “It is ironic that those who hold out the longest against us are those who reap the greatest pleasures—you can’t imagine what delights are in store for those who last longer than you in dissent. You have resisted the obvious, and so we were enlisted to secure you and your sister thoroughly.”

With a calm assurance—Why am I so calm about this?—Ollie knew the “we” meant Cassie and Clark. Never boyfriend and girlfriend. Hegemony plants in their organization from the start.

“Why?” he gasped, even as he rubbed his now-stiff prick against Cassies’ warm, soft thigh.

“You wouldn’t take what was offered, so the Hegemony gives what you cannot resist,” Cassie said. “We are bred for this. You and I are in union. You cannot leave me. You cannot resist me. And I cannot part from you. Not that I need to.”

Her finger swirled up around his shaft and over the tip of his cock, and he moaned and bucked as if he had just come, but nothing of his seed left him.

“Why?” he whispered, the words almost insubstantial.

“Your race is still newly embraced to the Hegemony,” Cassie said. “Too early to let such determined people as you and Audrey possibly create a spark of rebellion that might turn into an inconvenient inferno of dissent one day.”

“I…” he mouthed, helplessly, shivering in passionate longing.

“I’m sure you’ve wondered what it’s like for human women having multiple orgasms,” Cassie said to him, her voice filling every fiber of his being; her touch welding his heart to her mind. “Your anatomy is quite unable to produce semen just right now, but I will make you explode all the same—dry though you may come—at least three times more by the time your balls catch up. We have all night, Ollie. All night to further cement our bodies’ holds on one another. And then we can call your sister and Clark to finalize the end of Humanity’s Heart.”