Chapter 1: FLIGHT

Nan-Sue-May isn’t a human being, but only appears to be human.

She resembles the human two years old little girl passenger, Susan, riding in front of her, and a bit lower than her elevated pilot’s seat.

They escaped, fled, stole and took flight in Erik’s ultralight aircraft.

Little Susan has her arms extended, leaning to left and right, emulating a bird soaring. SueMay encourages her bird illusion on the ailerons, lightly banking the plane in concert with Susan’s arms play.

They fly deliberately low, swerving between trees. She’s slowly drawing away, but stays low, making it more difficult to follow her. Pursuing them, are a dozen gorgeous classic automobiles. The cars are limited to traveling on roads, but are sufficient in number, to cover the intersecting side roads, preventing May from cutting away.

The cars can’t fly in straight lines and aren’t as fast, but their fuel range is greater. They intend to recapture them on the ground when lack of gas forces her down. Ordinarily it’s true about the fuel, except May is a creature of the nanobots. She only needs a flickering thought to replenish her tank full again while remaining airborne.

The women driving the pursuit cars are persistent, unaware fuel isn’t really a factor in the chase. May understands their fury. Sh deprived them of their only stud. The families only male. She can empathize.

“You said I would become addicted to your cock. It’s occurred.”

She admitted so much to her captor, the infantile pedophile Erik.

Computers don’t lie. Her pussy now craves constant attention. She is accustomed to being fucked daily by that insatiable fucker Erik. Over the recent weeks, held as his prisoner, she was coerced into frequent, nearly continuous sex, as the price of her eventual freedom. Finally after convincing Erik she was completely crushed, docile, resigned, subservient, and addicted to him, she was freed. Promptly, she escaped with his other victim, little Susan, but not before exacting a cruel revenge and poetic justice upon the monster Erik.

She warned him, she’d bite his head off but he didn’t listen or mind! Erik won’t likely be much of a future threat to little kids now. Nan-Sue-May defanged him. Erik is still a monster, a mutilated, desire ridden, pathetic one. Unequipped to alleviate his perverted desires!

“Ow! You bit my finger off, Damn you, my magic dick finger!”

It only took another nod of her head to also nip off his cock glans. No chance of sewing either back on. She sort of swallowed both.

And that’s giving her a lump in her throat. One of them. She’s also irritated and distracted by the embarrassing itchy ache in her groin.

The planes throttle doesn’t need constant adjustment. It stays where it’s set without hand pressure. May re-purposes her throttle hand to easing her ache. It helps some, but isn’t what she lusts for. Only a hard penis splooging inside her, produces the delirium she craves.

Her anatomy is radically different from, though remotely similar to humans in other ways. Besides a human similar esophagus and windpipe, May has a third throat. Normally toothless, she can fill her mouth with razor sharp long needle like fangs. They reside in and are swallowed down a denture canal, when not needed. They’re defensive in her face, and can also relocate to defend the other end, a straight shot from mouth to vagina. She can literally eat a rapist’s cock alive. It’s also a hidden wallet, handy for hiding handcuff keys.

Regurgitating her teeth, she opens her fangy jaws, and drops Erik’s severed parts into her small hand. She definitely got the best of Erik in the end, she muses.

The finger is fingernail-less, a stub resulting from a childhood accident that cost Erik the finger’s tip. He claimed during the heal, his brain confusingly connected the reconstructed fingertip to a nerve cluster in common with his glans. Feels like one and the same. Erik used his magic ‘dick’ finger to rape little girls too small to penetrate with his normal cock. Babies. Like little Susan.

The two together, finger stub and glans, were his primary pleasure sensors. May was pleased to deprive him of them. They won’t be found way out here, she starts to dump them. Why not dispose of them now? Well, why not keep and use them? An inquiry to the nanobots results in a new miniature construct.

The severed glans has a new scrunchy neck shaft attached. Visualize wire coil reinforced expandable dryer vent hose. Something similar but organic flesh and two inches in diameter, collapsed and connected at the base to a fleshy single testicle scrotum just a bit larger than a pingpong ball. Attached ontop of the scrotum ball, at a sixty degree angle with the cock, is the quivering cadaverous finger.