Andromeda, a novel by Joe Nobel, Part 68 - Abandoned

Andromeda

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A laugh came from behind.

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“Odin, are you there?”

“Odin is not here.”

“Loki?”

“Why not call me Andy? You always have before.”

“Where am I? What's happening?”

“Odin betrayed you.”

“No, he'd never —”

“You’re inconsequential to him.”

“I don't believe you!”

“He wanted me trapped in this —” the voice hesitated “— place; this universe barely larger than a living room. But you conveniently fell through, too. When he saw his only choices were to let me go or trap you too, well, you see what he decided.” He chuckled, seeing dark humor in the situation. “Yes, it appears there's no way out for either of us. But, at least I have a plaything to torment for all eternity.”

“No!” Anna cried, still not seeing where Loki's voice came from. He was always behind her, no matter how she tried to turn in the center of this bubble of a universe.

She felt him from behind, on her shoulder. It wasn't a hand, but a clammy-cold tentacle snaking its way down her front. Then she felt another, on her other shoulder; it wound around her neck.

“Did he tell you that I am half frost giant? No? Then he couldn't have told you that I am the union of him and a frost giantess.”

Anna reached to pull the tentacle away from her neck, but two more wrapped around each wrist, holding her in place. Then more encircled her. Two gripped her legs and pulled them apart. One circled her midriff, squeezing her. And one —

“No, not there!” Anna gasped as she tried to turn away from his, its, steel-like hold.

Loki laughed.

“This is what the frost giant half of me looks like,” he said with clinical detachment. “Do you like what you see? Think back to all the times we made love.”

“No!” Anna coughed.

“You humans are so delicate. I must remember not to kill you. I shall have nothing to play with. Don't worry. You will die eventually, and then I shall devour your soul, playing with it inside of me for eons until there is nothing left of you but pain. But for now, there is plenty of strength in your body and I can torment your flesh.”

She screamed as a tentacle pushed her panties aside and penetrated her. Why would Odin abandon me like this?

A hand, or tentacles, or still maybe hands, held her breasts, squeezing them. Their iron grip held them tight. Her nipples sprang upright as the meat of her breasts were cruelly squeezed and twisted. Now it felt like steel boa constrictors around them. Fingers toyed with her nipples. Fingers cold as iron, with just a rough of rough to them, as if they were scales, too, were of iron.

A firm grip on the back of her head kept Anna looking forward. A coil of tentacles around her throat, forced her to look upwards as it choked her, limiting her air to the bare minimum for survival.
Pulling back her neck forced her mouth open.

Invariably the tentacle coiled around her throat made its way into her mouth.

It made her perform oral sex on it.

Anna would have used her teeth if she could have, but forcing her head back, Loki made it impossible for her to bite. And hit tentacle/member was as hard as it was thick.

It made its way down her throat. Throbbing, pulsating, and at the same time methodically pumping in and out. She gagged, losing control she had built up over the years of slave training. She realized that even as master took her down her throat, how caring that was, even though it was forced upon her; caring, that is, compared to this.

The tentacle went deeper and deeper.

Anna felt it expanding her throat; even her neck, as that same tentacle kept its iron grip around her neck. Anna was forced into immobility with the tentacles taking hold of her all over.

One down her throat. One in her pussy. And now one entered her from the behind.

“And we’re just getting started,” Loki whispered in her ear.

No, Anna cried as she was taken in all three holes. Not this. How can I take this for all of eternity. Why did you abandon me, Odin?

“You are not alone,” a voice echoed from deep within her psyche.

“Odin? Is that you? What do you want me to do?”

“You are not here,” the voice said.

“How could that be, me not being here? But I am.”

“I play with time,” the voice continued. “What once may have happened, may yet be undone and never have happened at all. You are not here. Say it!”

“I am not here?” Anna repeated. Then shouted aloud with her mind so even Loki could hear her thoughts, “I am not here!”

“What!” Loki snapped back. He pulled out of her, from her throat and mouth, her pussy, and then her ass. “What kind of foolishness is this?” he said fuming. He released his tentacled grip over her, leaving her floating weightless in this micro-universe.

“I never was here,” Anna said with resolve, echoing the words bubbling up from deep within her mind.

Loki swung her around to face him. But before he could turn her half way around, another singular thought popped into her mind. “The word.” It was a single point, a beginning, an end, all in one. Nothing but a point in her mind. A black hole and a big bang, all in one. It pulled Anna in, destroying her body in the process, but her psyche. Her thoughts, her mind, her soul all fell through that single point along with the carbon, hydrogen and other molecules that once made up Anna Singer. Then, that singularity imploded before Loki could follow her.

Anna was buffeted by that same feeling of passing through too many space/time holes too quickly. But this time, she didn't have a body. And then, she was whole again, like the experience never happened.

“What? Where am I? What happened?” a very real Anna asked as she slumped in Odin's arms on that sunny sidewalk in Budapest.

“That was the only way I could trap him. But I'd never abandon you.”

“I knew you wouldn't.” Anna wiggled her fingers and bent her elbows to ensure she was real.

“You are shaken. I must find a place for you to calm down.” Odin led her by the arm down the sidewalk to a small outdoor café half a block away.

“How did you get me out?” Anna asked, still stunned.

“It never happened,” Odin answered.

“Then, it was a dream?”

“No, it was real. But I changed time, so it never happened.”

“Huh?”

“It had been real once. Then, it was no longer real.”

“Now I’m all the more confused.”

Odin pulled out a chair for her when they arrived at that sidewalk café.

“Sit,” he said. “We'll have coffee and some pastries. You can regain your composure. We shall then return to Asgard where you can rest for a few days before we continue.”

“You brought me on this journey to show me something. Let’s finish what you started,” Anna said. Then she hugged him. “Thanks for pulling me out of that,” she thought for words, “hole.”

He kissed her on the forehead.

Just then the waiter came to take their order. If he thought Odin to be oddly dressed in his threadbare blue wizard robe, he didn’t say anything.

Hervé Scott Flament (1959, French)
Quel déliiiice!!!
https://conchigliadivenere.wordpress.com/2017/03/07/herve-scott-flament-1959-french/

… to be continued …

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