The following story is by guest author Ken Croteau.
After leaving his favorite watering hole, he heads for home. Another lonely night, another empty bed. Good looks, a hard worker and a place of his own, “What am I doing wrong?” he thinks to himself as he plods along. Unlike many of the others he knows who still live at home with their families, he has been on his own as long as he can remember and has done pretty well for himself. “Why can’t I find a decent mate?” he mumbles aloud, kicking a small stone out of his way.
The night is cool and dry and a soft breeze rustles through the tall grass along his path. The clear sky above is filled with brightly lit stars and the full moon illuminates his journey homeward. Suddenly a strange and arousing aroma wafts in on the evening wind. It envelopes him and stops him dead in his tracks. Moving his head from side to side, he tries to pinpoint the direction from which the bewitching scent is emanating. Another small blast of nocturnal air carries the exotic smell to his nose again. The perfume is positively intoxicating and he is compelled to locate its source. He stumbles off the marked path and blindly follows the trail of the heady bouquet.
After several minutes of purposeful walking, he crests a small ridge an is greeted by a heavenly vision. Thousands of beautiful creatures are gathered below him and again, the aroma overwhelms him. These females are the fountainhead of the seductive scent. Several approach and greet him excitedly. “Hello handsome, we are so happy you came” says one greeter. “Where have you been all our lives, stud?” exclaims another, as she leads him towards the crowd.
He can not believe what he is seeing. They are all shapes and sizes and they are all gorgeous! They are pressing in to welcome him with compliments of every kind. They pet him and coo about his virility. This is his dream come true. He knew it would happen to him one of these days he tells himself. It had to, he thinks. “I am God’s gift after all” he exclaims aloud.
The throng surrounds him, caressing and embracing his body, showering him with affection. “You are so strong” and “What a wonderful male specimen.” are some of the praises and compliments bestowed upon him. He is dizzy with excitement and his entire body trembles beneath their gentle touches, then suddenly an excruciating flash of pain courses through him, centered on his back. “Just a precaution” whispers someone in his ear, “we can’t have a flight risk on our hands” it’s the last thing he hears before blacking out.
He awakes and opens his eyes to the twinkling lights of the stars above passing over him. Turning his head sideways, he sees the throng of females now chanting and marching to the rhythmic beat of a chorus. “Siafu, Siafu. Siafu” is the word he is able to decipher from the cacophony.
“What is a Siafu?” he wonders. While he was unconscious, the crowd has somehow grown to tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands as he is being carried above them, suspended in the air by the crowd. He struggles against his captors to no avail and the procession continues onward. After what seems like hours, the chanting begins to slowly increase in volume and tempo until suddenly it ends in a tumultuous crescendo. An eerie silence ensues and slowly he raises his head and he can see he is being passed into a cavernous opening in the side of a dark mountain rising into the night sky.
“Bring him to me!” a strong female voice echoes from within the cave and he is lowered and pushed forward to the front of the parade, held tightly by two of the larger females. They drag him onward into the black tunnel and lead him downward toward the mysterious figure who had called for him. As they move along in the darkness, he feels the walls growing further apart, there’s more air around him, until finally he finds himself in a larger room where a feminine voice laced with power and authority commands “Leave him with me and go!” He falls from their grasp and cowers on the floor. “My, my” a sultry voice drips, “You certainly are a very healthy catch.”
His eyesight is adjusting to the darkness now and the body the voice belongs to steadily comes into focus. She is an absolute vision, a statuesque beauty that oozes sex from every pore of her being. He can not tear his eyes from her. “I am Q” she whispers in a voice so melodic it instantly soothes every frayed nerve in his battered body. “Come to me my love” she beckons and he crawls to her without hesitation. Her perfume is erotic and she is filled with sexual electricity that sends bolts of excitement through him as he touches her heavenly body. He falls into her open embrace and everything dissolves into a lovely blur.
He makes love to Q again and again, night and day become one, he has no sense of how much time as passed, but he continues to satisfy her carnal lust until he is physically, emotionally, and sexually depleted. He falls to the ground thinking he will just rest for a while. “Take him away” Q shouts, “I am done with him”. Her voice is no longer sultry and inviting, now it resonates with a cold finality. The two females who brought him here suddenly appear and drag him from his beloved’s chamber. The sun shining into the mouth of the cavern burns his eyes and he squeezes them tightly shut. Slowly his vision adjusts to the light he hasn’t seen in days and now he sees the awaiting crowd of onlookers. These are the ones who first brought him to this place. Slowly the chant begins to rise anew from the swarm of bodies, growing louder and louder. “Siafu, Siafu, Siafu”. It fills his ears and once again he feels himself being lifted up by his captors, but now instead of carrying him, they throw him into the chanting mass. Again, the crowd pulls at his body, but these touches are not caressing or embracing, there are no compliments now. He is immediately slashed and torn to pieces; chunks of flesh are ripped from his body as he is hungrily devoured alive by the awaiting ravenous females.
“WOW” exclaims Lenny as his chugs back the remainder of his Bud Light and tosses the empty can into the garbage.
“That was unbelievable” Frank proclaims.
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“I wonder what was going through that male ant’s mind when that was happening” Lenny asks.
“He probably thought he was the luckiest thing alive” answers Frank.
“Yeah, you’re probably right” adds Lenny as he hits the power button on the remote and drops it to the couch; “God’s gift to women!”