Revenge of the Flinker” is a full-length novel by Susan Strict (101,000 words). This is a small extract – which I hope will stimulate the imagination!
A few words of explanation for anyone not familiar with
The Flinker series of books:
On a distant planet, sex in society is based around meetings at which one male is tied to a padded table on his back while every female present may sit astride his face until she has an orgasm. Finally, when every female is satisfied, one female is permitted to attempt to become pregnant in the normal way. At the end of the first book, “The Flinker”, Shardine is sentenced to death by smothering. Something goes wrong at the execution, and she survives. She finds herself in a prison hospital instead, and at the start of this extract she is dreaming.
Words used that may require translation:
Matogle: mature female
Smunter: to enjoy an orgasm from facesitting
Scortium: gathering at which
smuntering takes place
Vixling: younger female
Flinker: male
Grasmic: orgasm
Squink: to have sexual intercourse
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The matogles were queuing. Each of them would smunter her with no watcher and no lifters to save Shardine from suffocation if and when a matogle lost control. Shardine had no doubt that one or more of them would lose control, which was the very reason that all normal scortiums always had the watcher and the lifters.
In Shardine’s nightmare, the first matogle knelt over Shardine and adjusted her position. Slowly, with a tiny sigh of anticipated pleasure, the matogle descended onto Shardine’s face, gripping the sides of her head with her thighs. Dutifully, Shardine stuck out her tongue and tried to lick, but the matogle was not interested in such niceties. She pressed down, sealing Shardine into a fleshy, airless prison from which there could be no escape.
Shardine screamed, but in her dream she could make no sound. She awoke with a start, shivering in fear as the nightmare stayed with her, and at that moment something covered her face exactly as the matogle in her nightmare had covered her. It took her several seconds to realise this was not a part of the same nightmare. For a moment she was unable to breathe, but only for a moment. Whatever covered her and pressed down onto her, lifted and moaned, rocking backward and forward, and rubbing rather than smothering.
It was a female on top of her, Shardine was sure of that. Tentatively she lifted her head a fraction and pressed her tongue into the wet crevice that rocked back and forth above and onto her. The movement stopped and so did the moaning, replaced by a short, sharp shriek.
Shardine knew at once who it was. She relaxed, letting her head fall back onto her bed. The vixling shuddered, although whether with pleasure, fear or nervousness Shardine could not tell. She seemed to be frozen, an inch or two above Shardine and showed no sign of either continuing or leaving.
Shardine spoke. “You don’t have to stop.”
It was not like the scortium. Certainly, Shardine was bound, restrained and helpless, and certainly the female on top of her could have done anything she wanted. Shardine was completely powerless to stop her. Even so, to Shardine this was no punishment or torture. Despite what had happened to her, her sex drive remained strong, as did her deep desire to be dominated. She was as content to have a female on top of her as she would have been to have a flinker thrusting into her; considerably more so at this moment when she was still in so much discomfort deep between her legs.
Hesitantly, the vixling lowered herself once more, and for several seconds Shardine was unable to breathe. The vixling rocked herself on Shardine’s face, and Shardine sucked at exactly the spot she knew would bring the vixling to her climax more quickly than anything else. She felt the vixling shudder once more, and this time she knew without a doubt that it was a shudder of intense pleasure. The vixling’s movements became faster and more urgent as she approached grasmic, and although there was nothing stimulating Shardine’s pleasure points she felt her own arousal starting to generate the quivering signals that could so quickly spark her own climax as they flowed through her body.
The grasmic hit the vixling. Undoubtedly it was not her first, but equally surely it was the first she had ever reached with a female underneath her. The intensity of it surprised even Shardine, although she knew very well that her attentions underneath the vixling were focused in a way that a mere flinker could never match. The vixling’s grasmic took her into extreme, uncontrollable muscle spasms that spread throughout her body. Had she been squinking a flinker then undoubtedly the force of those spasms on him would have been at least as powerful as the grip Shardine had unintentionally exerted on that eighty-ninth flinker at the scortium. The vixling's muscle spasms however, were not limited to that soft, moist area. Her arms and legs too were flailing and then gripping with incredible force. The pressure on the sides of Shardine’s head from the muscles in the vixling’s thighs felt to Shardine powerful enough to crush her skull if it continued. She would have shouted if the vixling had not been totally covering her mouth. This was no brief, fleeting, passing fit of climactic ecstasy. It went on, and on, and on. Crushed and breathless, Shardine could do nothing. The restraints held her inescapably to the bed, and she had no choice but to wait for the vixling to finish. She started to lose consciousness.
Shardine did not quite black out completely. Dimly, she felt the vixling leave her and heard her go out of the room, locking the door as she went. Shardine’s senses took some time to return properly, and as she reached full consciousness again her first desperate urge was to thrust her hands between her legs and satisfy that unfinished arousal the vixling had started.
It was impossible, of course. Her wrists and ankles remained restrained to the bed until one of the healers returned to release her. That was unlikely to be until morning, still many hours away.
Tears of frustration rolled down Shardine’s cheeks. The itch needed satisfying, and there was nothing she could do about it. She tried to sleep, but that too was now impossible. It felt as though the morning would never arrive.
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When, finally, morning did arrive, it crashed in on Shardine in the form of two matogles and a vixling, bringing her breakfast after an argument over whether they should wash her properly first. The argument was somewhat one-sided. Although they thought they should and she thought they should not, as she was still firmly attached to the bed and unable even to aim a punch at any of them on this occasion, she had little choice but to submit to their wishes.
She groaned, as the vixling once again seemed to be washing unnecessarily thoroughly between her legs.
“Does it still hurt a lot down there?” asked one of the matogles.
“No,” Shardine replied crossly. “You wouldn’t want your bits played with either, when you desperately need the bathroom. I’ll be pissing all over you in a minute if you carry on like that.”
“I wasn’t]
playing,” protested the vixling stepping back immediately. “I was
washing.”
“Yeah. Right. Of course you were,” Shardine sneered at her, although if she were being truthful she now regretted her comment. The attentions of the vixling with warm water and the sponge were rather pleasant, although far from what she had longed for all night.
After the wash, they released Shardine’s restraints. Clearly they were more than a little nervous of what she might do. As soon as she was free, all three of them stood back out of range of any punch or kick, and ready to grab her arms or legs and hold her if necessary.
Shardine merely sat up, squeezing her thighs together with a shudder and in relief at being able to do that after having had her legs held forcibly apart for those long hours of darkness. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat there, looking straight at the three healers without a trace of anger or hostility on her face.
“Would you like some food now?” The matogle hesitantly reached for the tray she had left near the door.
“Yes, please.” Shardine was hungry, very hungry. She accepted the food gratefully and ate in silence. The three healers watched her, and took the tray from her when she had finished.
Shardine stood up. At once the three jumped backwards.
“I’m just going to the bathroom. You don’t have to panic.” Shardine’s tone was almost condescending. The reaction of the healers amused her. They seemed to regard her as though she really were some sort of monster who might suddenly attack and do them serious damage.
The metal cuff and chain, still riveted around Shardine’s ankle, allowed her more than enough movement to reach the small bathroom at the side of her room. The facilities were a little more than basic, but they included a shower. Once she had dealt with her most pressing need, Shardine peered round the corner into the room to see if the healers were still there and, delighted to see they had left, turned on the shower controls and let the warm water cascade all over her. It felt wonderful, and in that warm, sensual flow of the jets of water, Shardine leaned against the wall for support and finished what the vixling had started during the night.
It was nearly too much for her. Her legs gave way and she ended up sitting on the floor of the shower while the water continued to splash down on and around her. It was more than twenty minutes before she could even rise enough to reach the shower controls to turn it off.
She knew she needed to take everything slowly, and she knew that at this stage any attempt to be difficult with the healers would be counter-productive and would inevitably delay her recovery. She was much weaker than she had thought. For any chance, any hope of escaping this prison, she would need to take her time and to build her strength.
She had a long way to go.
"Revenge of the Flinker"
