Mature Content Warning: Slight ero content, some bad language, weird sexual imagery.

--- Chapter 8.5: More Toast?

Sometimes life simply was no fair. When you were born as a Demi-Human, life was rarely ever fair to you regardless of what else happened. Mindy, reflected on the unfairness of her fate while downing another glass of wine.

She sniffled a little then hiccupped. “Bastard...”

The Kraken could not help but be angry and sad about the situation. Either she willingly gave herself to her bastard of a master or she could kiss her freedom goodbye, possibly forever.

The girl sat the glass down, almost gently, then frowned at it. Why did it have to be a guy like, John? He did not give a damn about anyone, possibly not even himself. He always gave preferential treatment to that whore Kara, and Honey.

Mindy frowned when Honey crossed her mind. That bee-girl was too sweet for her own good. She fawned all over that bastard and acted like he was the best thing ever. It was sickening.

What was worse, he actually patted her on the head or even stroked her hair. “What kind of shit is that... stroking her on the head like that?”

Mindy sniffed a little then poured some more wine. She had found the liquor cabinet at their temporary home and hit it hard. She hit it almost as hard as she wanted to hit John. “Asshole...”

She wiggled on the stool and tried to get comfortable. It was impossible. Her body felt like it was on fire. Whether it was the wine, or her biological needs, or anger because he kept petting Honey... It was impossible to say.

“He better not pet me like that...” said the girl before swishing her tentacles around a little.

“Better not...” She sniffed a little then blinked. Her vision grew clouded as undesired wetness began to form.

Mindy shook her head while trying to fight back the emotional tidal wave that had come over her. She hoped that bastard died in a fire... She did! She did...

She sniffled once more then placed her head down on the bar top. She leaned to the side and looked toward the wall.

What kind of money did it take to have your own private bar in a guest house? She’d never have anything like this. It was impossible for her, just because she had big tits and tentacles.

The Kraken could not fight it anymore, hot angry tears began to fall. She curled his hand into a fist and slammed it down on the table then closed her eyes tightly. Visible signs of internal anguish crossed her beautiful features.

“Why can’t I? Why?” She didn’t really care about having a bar in her house. Mindy, just wanted to be free to make her own choices.

“Why?” The girl shook softly for a moment as dry sobs racked her body. She was tired, so damned tired of being some man’s toy. When was she going to get to have her own life? When could she live for herself?

After a while she began to hear voices. It was Tera and Kara from the sound of it. Mindy did not care much at the moment.

Kara was an evil bitch whore, and Tera was a damned traitor.

However, in her drunken and angry-sad state she could not help but hear what they were saying. It made little sense, so she listened carefully after a time.

“So, he was really that gentle with you?” asked Kara.

Tera laughed softly. “I had no idea that he could he be so sweet and attentive! I don’t know what the hell was wrong with me before. I kept fighting it, when I could have been treated like that all along...”

“Sweet, huh? Recently, he’s been rough and commanding with me.” said Kara. She did not sound sad about that fact, however. If anything the evil whore sounded excited at the memory.

“You sound like you like it that way?” asked Tera’s voice with interest in her tone.

“Well, I have to admit it... He lets me tell him what I want at first, but after a while he just gives it to me hard... Mostly in the ass.” Kara said that last part like a giddy school girl.

Mindy frowned. These sluts... What were they talking about? That guy had no passion whatsoever. He was like a damned computer with a dick.

The Kraken closed her eyes and listened a while longer before she started to lose consciousness. The last thing she heard was Tera enthusiastically crying out, “Maybe we should get him to take charge of both of us at once?”

“Slut...” muttered Mindy, before passing out.

While she slept, she dreamed of John. She dreamed of toaster with a dick that gave her orders and demanded obedience.

Time passed in the dream, and at some point she began to fuck the toaster dick. Mindy hotly slid the fleshy member of her toast-master into her soft, pink, pussy. She worked it hard, and then moved it slow. The toaster did whatever she wanted because it was just a passionless machine with no desire of its own.

At one point the toaster’s overly large flesh-penis erupted and spurted a stream of hot butter into her lonely pussy. The moment that it unleashed its load, two pieces of toast popped up. Mindy took them out of the toaster and ate them.

The Kraken awoke with a start. What the hell kind of dream was that? It took her a moment to get her bearings. She looked up and then out the window. She noticed that it was night-time. She had been unconscious for several hours.

She blinked slowly then frowned. She sniffed the air for a moment then looked down. The bar stool was soaking wet.

The naked girl groaned loudly as she realized what had happened. “I am so not paying for this stool.”

The Kraken stood up, slowly, and then staggered toward the bathroom. She needed to relieve herself badly. Along the way she passed through the kitchen. A familiar sight caught her attention. The toaster from her dream was sitting on the kitchen counter, taunting her.

She snorted at it then cried out in surprise when a loud dinging sound radiated from it. Two pieces of toast popped up. Mindy flailed her arms in panic then ran off to the bathroom at all possible speed. She shut herself inside and refused to come out again until morning.

Distracted by recent events, John walked into the kitchen and pulled out the pieces of toast. He had gotten hungry and wanted a midnight snack. Not long after he had retrieved his toast he began to sniff the air. He frowned. Why did it smell like low-tide at the docks in here?