A new drug part 3 (edited)
A new drug part 3 (edited)
| Sex Story Author: | arcaine one |
| Sex Story Excerpt: | It should become less problematic with more experience.” Pushing that thought aside, I went upstairs to dig out my |
| Sex Story Category: | Alien |
| Sex Story Tags: | Alien, Bestiality, Consensual Sex, Diary, Drug |
Introduction:
Monster, Sci-Fi, non consent
Sorry, it’s been a while since I have posted, but work and hard drugs, you know how it is.
My name is Cassandra, call me Cass. I am what’s called a Traveler, apparently. I have used a new drug to travel faster than light to a planet and then a spaceship.
On my second trip I brought back an advanced mini super computer that has a self aware A.I. that calls itself Mainframe.
The cable guy was taking his time setting up my new high speed internet. Wish he would hurry, I need to get to my crappy day job. The man seamed annoyed that I didn’t have a television or a computer in sight.
“The company tells us that we have to hook up some kind of device before I leave.” He said in a grumpy, bitchy tone of voice.
“I know, but all I need is the Wi-Fi thank you.” I said trying to give a winning smile, or at least what I hoped was winning.
Reluctantly, the man switched the Wi-Fi on and mainframe beeped in my pocket.
“See?” I said with a smile. “It connected with my phone. I hope you have a good day.”
I set Mainframe down and told the Asian faced A.I. that I was off to work.
In a rush, knowing I would be late to a job I didn’t need anymore, but liked doing. My heart rate went up as I focused on the trip ahead. My focus has been better and better since I started experimenting with this new drug.
It’s like it is washing away all the other things I have ever taken, from acid to magic mushrooms.
I pulled into the parking lot and checked my phone to see just how late I was…what the Hell?
When I left I knew I was going to be 8 to 10 minutes late, at least. I am 5 minutes early.
I got my shit together, hustled inside, and clocked in. It’s Thursday again, and I am looking forward to tripping on my third dose of the new drug.
My panties keep getting damp as I anticipate what new sexual romp this dose will lead to. Work goes smooth all day. My manager has gotten over her shock of my turn around.
I am sure she was on the edge of firing me for my bad performance and chronic tardiness. Now she was hiring at moving me to shift leader. That’s not happening. Mainframe has been data mining digital coin for most of the week.
I have a corporate credit card hidden in the car, and my house is paid for and owned by another dummy company. I need this job to help me stay social and keep me from having time to overdose.
At the end of shift I head out eager to play.
“Cass, can you take out the trash on your way out?” the manager asked. Most of the time I would say no since I am off the clock. But without a word I grab the bag and head out the back. Jamal is standing in the shadows by the dumpster. A chill hits me and my heart rate spikes.
“You been avoiding me strawberry, I don’t like this kind of disrespect.” He growls as he sticks a big hand out to try and grab my arm.
I blink five or six times and it seams like it will take him a week to get close to me. I had time to look around as he slowly reached for me, the city sounds were gone. I have just about stopped being surprised by strange stuff at this point.
I ducked around behind the large black pimp and kicked him on the side of the knee as hard as I could. There was pain in my foot even with the steel toe on, but I watched as his knee hyper-extended. I fell back into real time and heard the knee crunch like someone snapping a tree branch
Jamal screamed in confusion and fell sideways his legs flying to the side like he got hit by a car. I retreated to my car with a light limp, leaving the screaming wanna be pimp on the ground.
I opened my car door and put it in park in front of my house. I guess this is my new mode of transportation, I thought with a chuckle.
I hardly had the energy to walk in the house. My stomach growling, I began to eat anything I could find. After I had eaten at least two meals worth of food, I realized Mainframe was talking.
“User?” the device said in an Irish accent “Are you ill? I have not seen you consume this much food in one sitting.”
I filled the A.I. in on the fight with Jamal while downing 2 bottles of water.
“It would appear that you were able to trigger a temporal event to defend yourself. It was likely due to your raised heart rate and adrenaline. You burned a lot of calories in that short burst.
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