Sometimes life simply was not fair in regards to the desires of humanity. If one was born as a Demi-Human, life was rarely fair regardless of what else happened. Mindi, 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 saddened by her situation. Either she willingly gave herself to her bastard of a master, or she could kiss her freedom goodbye, possibly forever.

Mindi 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 that idiot Honey.

She frowned when Honey crossed her mind. That bee-girl was too sweet for her own good. She fawned all over that jerk 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?”

Mindi 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 like she was some sort of favored pet... 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. Mindi shook her head while trying to fight back the emotional tidal wave that attempted to overwhelm her. She hoped that bastard died in a fire. She did! She did...

Mindi 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 put in a private bar in a guest house? She’d never have anything like this for herself. It was impossible for her just because she had big tits and tentacles.

Her resolve broke. Unable to fight back anymore, hot angry tears began to fall. She curled her hand into a fist and slammed it down on the table. The moment it struck, she closed her eyes tightly while 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. Mindi, just wanted to be free to make her own choices.

“Why?” She 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. Mindi did not care much at the moment, but their overall volume and recent actions were annoying. 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 and became confused by it. It made little sense, so she listened carefully to try and understand the ridiculousness of it all.

“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.

Mindi grumbled to herself a little. 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," said Kara. Her cheeks actually colored slightly just before she spoke like a giddy school girl, "Mostly in the ass.”

Mindi 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?”

“Horny slut...” muttered Mindi, before passing out.

While she slept, she dreamed of John. She dreamt of a 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. Mindi 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 whipped out from her lonely pussy, and erupted. A stream of hot golden liquid butter spurted on her breasts and abdomen covering her in its glory. The moment that it unleashed its load, a piece of toast popped up. Mindi took it out of the toaster, dabbed it against the butter on her breasts, and then nibbled delicately around the corner of it.

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. "I was out of it that long?"

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 must have 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. "You ain't getting none of this fella."

A loud ding echoed from the device, and two pieces of toast popped up. Mindi cried out in surprise then flailed her arms in panic before running 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'd gotten hungry and wanted a midnight snack. Not long after he retrieved his toast he began to sniff the air. He frowned. Why did it smell like low-tide at the docks in here?

"Better send Kara out to get some air freshener, or something."