PFC Stewart Peter Bate wasn't really sure what attracted him to the woman in the green dress standing amongst the tall reeds on the edge of the pond. Her head was turned away from him. She looked wistful as she stared out over the still water.
Was she pining over a love left behind? Or maybe admiring the natural beauty of the trees and rushes on the other side of the pool? It was a picturesque spot. If it wasn't for the sky—all purple and red roiling clouds—you could be forgiven

PFC Stewart Peter Bate had expected to see strange sights in an alien dimension, but nothing like this. What he sa

w—a naked blonde girl with lovely big round tits lounging in a pool—was not that unusual in itself. If this had been a sunken Jacuzzi in one of the

more

decadent areas of Vegas or LA, Bate wouldn't have been surprised. But here, in an underground cavern on an alien pla

Initially PFC Stewart Peter Bate thought he'd
stepped in some gum. It was tacky like gum and stuck to the sole of
his boot like gum. Where it differed from gum was in both its
stickiness and strength. The gum stretched as Bate lifted his boot,
but reached a point where it refused to snap or relinquish its hold
on either the floor or his boot.
The
fuck? Bate thought as he was brought to a sudden, unexpected halt.
His
annoyance gave way to horror as he put his foot back down and a pink
mass swe

"Anyone
care to make fucking sense of this?" SGT O'Bannon asked.
He
said anyone, but Embedded Biologist Stewart Peter Bate knew he was
looking at him for answers and no, Embedded Biologist Stewart Peter
Bate did not have the slightest clue what this fucking was.
The
xplo party was underground, mapping the extensive cave system that
had been discovered close to Camp Jacob. They'd heard it got weird
once you got deep.
This
was... weird.
Bate
looked out over a vast underground cavern. T

PFC
Stewart Peter Bate would have given the giant flytrap leaves a wide
berth had he not heard noises coming from between them.
"Hello?
Is there someone in there?"
What
were those sounds? Bate heard soft moans and sighs. They were more
like sounds of sexual activity than moans of pain. It reminded him
of a hotel room he'd stopped in once, where he'd heard muffled sounds
coming through the wall and had wondered if the sounds were coming
from the next room's TV or its occupants. And

CPL Stewart Peter Bate didn't know how the women with snakes for arms
had entered their camp.
Obviously they
wouldn't have let them in had they known they had snakes for arms—and
snake tails for their lower halves.
They let them in
because the sultry desert maidens said they would dance for them and
they were bored and horny enough to want to see some exotic dancing
by sultry desert maidens.
No, that couldn't be
right either.
There shouldn't be
any desert maidens out here at all, sultry or oth

PVT Stewart Peter Bate was surprised and a little
happy when he found the unconscious naked girl on a bed. He knew she
was unconscious rather than sleeping because she hadn't stirred when
Bate had put a hand on one of her big boobs and given it a squeeze.
Not
fake, he noted approvingly.
He
wondered what she—and the bed—were doing here.
The
bed was possibly the weirder of the two.
There
were plenty of reasons why she could be here. She could be a medic,
auxiliary, scientist... heck, they we

Knight vs. Succubus


Many-Eyed Hydra


“He will come this way,” the shadowy figure said as it stared out of the window. Lightning flickered in the clouds as the storm raged across the land.


“I'll be waiting,” a voice, sweet and sickly like deadly poison, replied.


“He's fast and strong,” the shadow warned.


“It won't matter,” the other voice laughed. “Men can't fight me.”


*****


The light was fading and the rain

Wrapdance


Many-Eyed Hydra


“How about here?”


Simon Laws looked at the building his friend, Stephen Clark, was pointing at. Lurid red and blue neon tubes ran along the fascia of an otherwise innocuous old warehouse building. The same tubes twisted into the shape of a heavy breasted girl twirling around a pole. The name, “SATAN'S HOLE”, was emblazoned above a narrow doorway.


Subtle, it wasn't.


“Looks a bit tacky,” Laws said. The vodka buzz

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Many-Eyed Hydra


“What the fuck happened here?” Mike Thompson asked.


They looked at the naked body of Karl Steer. They'd found him in the middle of the cavern, illuminated by one of the shafts of blue light shining down from the strange crystal formations in the ceiling. He was on his knees and staring up at the lights with an expression of rapture.


He was quite dead.


Thompson prodded him with the butt of his rifle to make sure.


“Is that a

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Many-Eyed Hydra


When Joe Miller threw the midget hooker over the table James Fowler thought it was a good time to leave. She was fucking ugly and she was fucking annoying and no, they didn't want to fuck her up the ass no matter how cheap the price was. Fowler just wished Miller hadn't resorted to such a physical means of registering his disapproval, or had at least waited until Fowler had had an opportunity to go upstairs with that well-stacked blonde he'd had

Pussy-Wrapped


Many-Eyed Hydra


“You okay there?” Rich Borchers asked.


“Yeah,” Donald Wenk replied. He lifted his head back into the passenger seat. He'd left a small puddle of sick on the driveway. His stomach still felt greasy.


“Nerves?” Rich asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.


“Yeah,” Donald replied. He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief. “Are you really sure this is a good idea?”


“We'll be f

At first PFC Stewart Peter Bate was grateful he'd landed in something soft to break his fall. Then he realized what he'd landed in...
Bate had been part of an explo patrol trying to determine the full extent of Lake Latex—that strange, apparently natural formation not far from FOB Rigg. It looked like a lake of molten black rubber, but was not a body of water. Whatever the lake was composed of, and it did feel remarkably similar to rubber, it was solid enough to walk upon.
Or rather, ha

The girl was fused with the plant. PFC Stewart
Peter Bate had seen a few weird sights since he'd been posted to
H-space. This might be the weirdest. It was certainly the
creepiest.
The
plant was shaped like a big vase, maybe five and a half feet in
height. Bate had found it while wandering off one of the main
pathways cut through the jungle. He wasn't even sure how he'd ended
up here to be honest. He'd wandered off the main path on a whim and
then blundered into this clearing and found a s

SGT Stewart Peter Bate was running with the others when one of the nuru nuru girls took him down. They hadn't been that threatening when Bate and the others had first come through this way, but the men had had guns then and were still functioning as a well-drilled unit.
Now...
They were fleeing in panic. Bate didn't have his gun. He'd dropped it and left it behind, just like the others. What was the point of having a gun? They were no use against that... thing. All they could do was run.
R

They dropped SPC Stewart Peter Bate into the pit with Brown, Gomez and Schultz.
They were demons. Not aliens, not exotic fauna, not HSIOs, not hindigs... demons. Those idiot scientists hadn't opened a gate to a parallel dimension, they'd opened a gate to goddamned hell. Bate was convinced of it. Just look at them. The women had red skin, horns, tails, and black bat wings. The men, if they could be called that, were muscular brutes with the heads of horned goats or worse.
Despite them looki

Snared, Sucked
and Slurped
by Many-Eyed
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Rob Sommers was
sailing around the point when his boat sank. It was the last day
he’d have expected an accident like this to happen. A warm sun was
rising up into the sky. A gentle breeze carried the scent of sea
from the east. The blue waters were as flat as a piece of glass.
Seagulls flew overhead in search of early morning snacks.
Then his boat sank.
Just like that.
Weirdest thing Rob
had seen. There was no reason for it. It was like an

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What a
dump, Abraham Russell thought as he glanced around the reception
area. It was how he’d expected it, to be honest—naff in a cheap
kind of way. They’d made an attempt to make it look sensual and
erotic, but overall the effect was more Blackpool than burlesque.
Stylish photos of scantily-clad models from the sixties and seventies
were placed on the walls. The girls were all on the chubby side. It
was a reminder of how hideous the average English

Trent the Traitor
by Many-Eyed Hydra
Judas Iscariot,
Brutus, Benedict Arnold, Aldrich Ames: some of the most hated names
in history. Of all the villainous types, traitors are the most
universally despised. No one wants to see redemption for a traitor;
they want to see them dead, ideally in the most cruelly ironic way
possible. Traitors are the lowest of the low, the worst of the
worst.
Trent Michael didn’t
think that was fair. They were just guys, trying to make their way
through life like

Pearls of the Mediterranean


Many-Eyed Hydra


“It'll be wrinkled old grannies with saggy tits and fat Germans with hairy beer guts,” Maddock said.


“It's one of the top nudist beaches in the Mediterranean. It's got to be good,” Stevie S. said.


“I've seen the people that go to the top European nudist resorts. I've watched Eurotrash,” Maddock countered.


“It won't be like that,” Stevie S. responded. “It won't all be like that,&r

Delivery Special Soap


Many-Eyed Hydra


Mike Reynolds was naked and standing in an old churchyard. Above him the moon shone brightly in the night sky. The night air was cool enough to raise goose bumps on his exposed flesh. The long grass felt damp beneath his toes. A thick layer of white mist, enough to cover his feet up to his ankles, flowed over the secluded graveyard.


Mike didn't know what he was doing here. He thought he was asleep in bed, but this felt too real to be a dream

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Well you never would have thought, Irvine Linaker thought, staring at the innocuous redbrick building. He paid the taxi driver, waited until the man drove off and then walked up to the corner entrance.


This was a nice neighbourhood. Further down the street he saw people, mainly old blood socialites, queuing up outside the Colonial Theatre. Looking the other way he saw the respectable stone fa�ade of the Downington Hotel.


Linaker walked up a sh

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Many-Eyed Hydra


“We need to pull back!” Paul Heinlein yelled.


Damn, was there no end to them?


Physically the twitchers weren't that intimidating. They were slightly shorter than the average man and not much faster or stronger. They only possessed a rudimentary intelligence, enough to wield simple blades or clubs. In the days since the town of Carmel had been pulled into hell-space Heinlein had gunned down dozens of them.


What was terrifyin

Venus of the Red Lights


Many-Eyed Hydra


“Amshterdam ish the washte dishposal capital of Europe,” the Irishman said drunkenly before drawing on a monster spliff.


“Seems like paradise to us,” Rich Hutson said. He took a draw on the same spliff.


Shit, this shit was potent.


He coughed out some smoke before passing it on to his friend Shaun Laymon. They'd come over for a weekend trip to see the sights and more importantly sample the nightlife. Or rather

SGT Stewart Peter Bate knew those dresses weren't right. The proportions didn't fit. The dresses were too big—like the women wearing them were standing on cut-off stilts, or really tall platform boots.
Or weren't human.
Bate tried to tell Cox, the leader of their explo squad, but he wouldn't have it.
"We don't know for certain. They could be innocent humans transported here through a displacement effect. We can't go in guns blazing."
'Guns Blazing.' Goddamned civvies. Bate thought ea

The Biggest Tits in the World


Many-Eyed Hydra


“Fuck me, those are the biggest tits in the world.”


Russell Nolan didn't know what to say. He sat there and stared at the blonde stripper, his mouth agape.


They were balloons. That was the only description that seemed apt. The girl had stepped out on stage with two large, flesh-coloured balloons attached to her chest. Dark pink nipples wobbled at the centre of each enormous breast.


“Fuck, who'd have thought t

PFC Stewart Peter Bate had a friend back home who
had a spitting fetish. He was otherwise normal in all other
regards—a perfectly upstanding fine citizen... that happened to get
off by watching videos of sexy women spitting into men's faces.
Everyone
has their own hidden kinks.
Bate
watched the hindig's frilled throat puff up, her head coil back and
then whip forward as she launched a greenish-white glob into the air.
As time slowed down and he watched the sticky glob arc through the
air and