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- Jul 10, 2010
WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING:
Beastiality/Xeno, Impregnation/Breeding, Lactation, Mind-control, Triple-Penetration, Non-con/Rape, Character Death
Disclaimer: In case you hadn't noticed from the warnings, this story is excessively explicit, involves the use and abuse of a young woman, and is essentially pretty crazy. Don't ask me what happened. There was much caffeine and the no-sleep count was at 76 hours.
Responses: Feel free to leave 'em. Even if they are explanations on how sick I am. <_<
The dark-skinned woman looked around blindly, knowing that her attempts were helpless. She'd been captured earlier that evening, blindfolded and stripped. Naturally, she'd been bound and gagged as well... It was only recently that they'd relieved her of the gag to force some strange substance down her throat, and as uncomfortable as she felt with her arms spread to either side - both her wrists were attached to ropes that kept her arms eagle spread - and her toes just barely able to keep her off of the iron horse that was making her womanhood so uncomfortable.
The aphrodisiac they'd forced down her throat was starting to take effect, and though she tried to ease the pressure from her pelvis by standing on her tiptoes, she could only maintain the position for so long... And each time she let herself rest on some part or the other of her groin, she found it aching uncomfortable. It had been about thirty minutes, but she couldn't but feel it had been hours. The blindfold made the passage of time seem that much worse, and because no one answered her calls, she couldn't help but feel completely and utterly vulnerable. As it was, she could tell from the echo that she was in a cave of some sort. One that had liquid running through it at some point or another because she certainly knew that the bottoms of her feet were wet and it wasn't from the juices she was leaking on the iron horse which in turn leaked onto the ground... No, this was something completely different.
The Native American girl was so caught up with trying to figure out her location, she never anticipated the assault that would occur in only moments. The aphrodisiac that had been force-fed to her was not only an aphrodisiac, but it also released a specific type of pheromone... One that called to certain beasts that protected them. Of course, they paid for this protection with the women they captured, so it really was fair all around... except for to the women.
The raven-haired girl never heard it coming. Restrained as she was on the iron horse, there wasn't much she could do about it, though. Surprisingly enough, though, the beast didn't start by tearing her from her bonds. No, instead the beast allowed one of its fleshy tentacles to penetrate her mouth. It would occur without warning and so quickly that there would be no way for her to react. The fleshy limb would press against her lips and as she tried to reflexively protest the action, it would take advantage of the motion and pass through the ring of her mouth and settle on the girl's throat, releasing liquids that would make her more... compliant. Rather, a better word would have been willing. While the men had given her a pheromone, this particular secretion would ensure that she was its mindless slave until it released her back into the custody of the men that had captured her in the first place.
Before too long, the girl stopped protesting... She stopped struggling altogether. The scent of her arousal grew even stronger in the air, even as the iron taint of the tool used to abuse her womanhood amplified the natural scent. Finally the creature rescinded its tentacle and merely observed as the girl continued to go up and down, tiptoeing and releasing, tiptoeing and releasing... The only difference was that now, instead of making small groans of discomfort, each sound she made was a moan of certain arousal.
The creature itself was not emitting strange scents and began secreting fluids from some of its rather lengthy tentacles. Without warning, the creature quickly wrapped a few of its limbs around the girl and literally ripped her from her bonds. Unlike before, however, she wasn't looking around blindly to see where she was. There was no panic in the girl's body language - merely a pure, mindless lust. It was a lust that the creature had created for the sole purpose of sating itself, because it was always easier when the victim was willing.
The beast used its sturdy tentacles to hoist the girl up into midair, spreading her legs with the tentacles wrapped around her thighs and exposing her abused sex to the open air and any that might wish to see... Of course, the only one there was itself, so it really didn't matter to it. Two more tentacles moved to twine their way up the girl's arms. One stopped to wrap around the Native American girl's throat, curling downwards to flick and tug at her nipples, eliciting great moans of pleasure that radiated through her body, sending heat straight to her groin. The other tentacle that had wound its way up her arm rubbed itself obscenely against her cheek before darting into her mouth, this time rubbing itself on her tongue and angling itself to go deeper and deeper into the moist cavern, its goal the length of her throat for the ultimate use of its pheromones.
Afterall, the closer the pheromones got to the girl's brain, the longer the creature had with her... And the more likely the girl would be insatiable with anything other than itself. Depending on how far the tentacle could reach to secrete its mind-poisoning fluids, the girl could easily become her captors' eager and willing cockslut, more than willing to do anything they might ask of her and more in an attempt to ease the aching she'd feel between her legs - the ache that nothing would sate until she was impregnated. Of course, whether the impregnation was caused by the beast or the men depended on how often she was brought to see them, but still... There was always hope to continue its line. After a brief pause to consider its options, the creature, seemingly decided, began to openly tease the girl's body.
After spending some time doing this, the creature finally sent a single tentacle to rub against the girl's pearl. Judging her to be very wet, the creature moved her in midair until she hovered just over the center of its mass, from where all the limbs and tentacles originated.
An appendage that looked very much like an extremely long tongue rose from the mass of tentacles and carefully - very carefully - slid into the girl's waiting vagina. Instead of fucking the girl as regular tentacle might have, it instead slid all the way up the girl's orifice, sliding up to break through the hymen - although she couldn't feel the pain through the pleasure - and up into the womb. The girl's love juices slid down the tongue-like appendage to the origin of the tentacles, and as more and more of the girl's natural lubricant gathered, a small bulge began to make its way up the tentacle, not unlike a pod moving through a tunnel.
The blindfolded girl had been reduced to moaning and begging, crying quite prettily for more - more of whatever it was the beast had to offer her. Not one to disappoint, the beast sent up another tentacle, this one quite thin and vine-like. It traced circles around the edge of the girl's anus and then, without warning, dove in. While any intrusion might have hurt the girl prior, the secretion the creature was constantly forcing into the girl's mouth and, quite frankly, further and further down her throat ensured that no matter the roughness or severity of the touch, she would feel nothing but pure, unadulterated bliss.
The tip of the vine began to grow just the slightest bit, little by little within the girl's frame, easily forcing her body to adjust to the anal fucking she was receiving. Finally, the tip was approximately the same size as the tip of a large human penis. At that point, the entire vine became thicker, simply expecting her body to adjust - and it did. The girl gave a loud shriek of pleasure at the sudden engorgement in her ass. Without mercy the tentacle began to piston in and out of the girl's ass, pushing further and further in until it could go no further without risking potentially harming the girl... But once the tentacle made it that far in, it stilled and simply twisted and turned in her ass, sending shivers through the girl's body.
Finally, the monster took mercy on the Native American girl. She'd long since passed from verbally begging it to mouthing the words, no longer able to get her vocal chords to work through the pleasure. Her head lolled on her shoulders and only the tentacle working its way down her throat kept her from hurting her neck. Tears spilled from her eyes at the sensory buildup, but more than anything, the girl needed to come. A quick check identified the bulge in the tongue-like appendage as being extremely close to the girl's clitoris. As a mercy stroke, the creature sent up another tentacle to give her clitoris a slight flick and she screamed her pleasure, her entire body shaking as the spasms shot through her like wildfire. The tentacle in her ass renewed its efforts thrusting in and out once more, but twisting as it did so... And the girl could feel a wet substance coating the inside of her chest as the tentacle down her throat began to retract. The fleshy limb that had been focusing on her breasts took hold of one of her nipples and simply tugged as far as it could before losing its grip and repeated the process over and over again.
The Native American's body shuddered and jerked over and over and over again as the extreme sensations sent her body into orgasm after orgasm, until she was orgasming and screaming in pleasure well beyond what the human body should be able to handle.
As the juices from her violent orgasms coated the bulge on the appendage, the bulge shot straight up and through the vaginal walls, forcing itself through the thin entrance of her womb by simply pumping forward a few times. As the bulge reached the end of the appendage, a small slit-like opening in the tip of the appendage opened up to neatly deposit a series of hundreds of tiny eggs before retracting, carefully leaving the girl's body, pausing only to slap against her G-spot several times before exiting it completely to return to its base.
At each touch, girl shivered again and again. After only several moments, the creature slowly withdrew the phallic tentacle it had used to pleasure the girl's rear orifice. Then the one in her mouth retreated in its entirety, the creature more than satisfied that she was now his easily controllable breeding bitch. The tentacle that stimulated her breasts however, remained for a moment longer. At the tip there appeared another small slit and that tiny slit became a small hole. The tentacle encased one of the girl's nipples in it before causing an obvious suction force. Apparently having received what it wanted, the tentacle proceeded to switch to the other breast, repeating the process. Once more, it was satisfied.
The chemicals it had released inside of the girl had been to hasten her cycle to a more preferred state - and to keep her there. The creature's children would, after all, need a reliable source of nutrition. The beast slowly lowered the girl to the ground, allowing her to lie on her back as it released her legs, but expended another tentacle that it might suckle both of her breasts at once.
It would spend several days keeping the tentacles on her nipples to milk her. Every so often, when she stirred, it would send another tentacle into her obediently opening mouth and down her throat to provide another burst to ensure the continuing of its milking of her. Other times, the tentacle would merely secrete the usual chemicals on her tongue to provide her with nutrients. Sometimes it would breed with her again.
After ten days of this, the men would come back to see what had become of their sacrifice. Upon finding their worshiped protector milking the girl and occasionally breeding with her, they would know exactly what had happened. When their protector was not breeding with her, the men were allowed to approach to deposit their sperm direct into her womb or into tentacles that the monster would them place inside the girl simultaneously - sometimes widening her pussy to rather monstrous and gaping sizes - to spray its eggs with the masculine seeds.
Over time, the girl's belly would swell more and more, but she wouldn't be aware of anything, her body a mindless doll meant for nothing more than breeding and fucking. After three months, her belly would swell to its limits and the children would leave in one of two ways. If enough had hatched in batches, they would have been aided out of her womb by their progenitor's ever helpful tentacles, fed the milk the creature had taken from its breeder, and then released into the nearby areas to find new purposes for themselves. When all of the hatchlings were hatched and released, the creature would root around in the woman's body to cleanse her of the bad eggs and sperm. When it retreats from her body, she would have only a brief moment of clarity to understand where she is and what is happening to her before the creature merely begins the process again.
If the eggs did not hatch in batches and instead hatched all together, the progenitor would be unable to carefully extract them all. Instead, the creature would force as many tentacles as possible into the woman's orifice in order to retrieve as many of the hatchlings as it can before they begin to overflow. As all of its tentacles are focusing only on saving what hatchlings it can, the girl receives clarity for one painful, terrifying moment before the eggs' hatchlings burst through their host's stomach, killing the girl, though many of them would die in the process.
Should the host die, though, there is no need for concern. Each of the hatchlings has a different purpose. Some protect and some hunt. Some breed and some seek. The girl's captors would learn of the previous breeder's fate and merely find another to serve their protectors.
Beastiality/Xeno, Impregnation/Breeding, Lactation, Mind-control, Triple-Penetration, Non-con/Rape, Character Death
Disclaimer: In case you hadn't noticed from the warnings, this story is excessively explicit, involves the use and abuse of a young woman, and is essentially pretty crazy. Don't ask me what happened. There was much caffeine and the no-sleep count was at 76 hours.
Responses: Feel free to leave 'em. Even if they are explanations on how sick I am. <_<
The dark-skinned woman looked around blindly, knowing that her attempts were helpless. She'd been captured earlier that evening, blindfolded and stripped. Naturally, she'd been bound and gagged as well... It was only recently that they'd relieved her of the gag to force some strange substance down her throat, and as uncomfortable as she felt with her arms spread to either side - both her wrists were attached to ropes that kept her arms eagle spread - and her toes just barely able to keep her off of the iron horse that was making her womanhood so uncomfortable.
The aphrodisiac they'd forced down her throat was starting to take effect, and though she tried to ease the pressure from her pelvis by standing on her tiptoes, she could only maintain the position for so long... And each time she let herself rest on some part or the other of her groin, she found it aching uncomfortable. It had been about thirty minutes, but she couldn't but feel it had been hours. The blindfold made the passage of time seem that much worse, and because no one answered her calls, she couldn't help but feel completely and utterly vulnerable. As it was, she could tell from the echo that she was in a cave of some sort. One that had liquid running through it at some point or another because she certainly knew that the bottoms of her feet were wet and it wasn't from the juices she was leaking on the iron horse which in turn leaked onto the ground... No, this was something completely different.
The Native American girl was so caught up with trying to figure out her location, she never anticipated the assault that would occur in only moments. The aphrodisiac that had been force-fed to her was not only an aphrodisiac, but it also released a specific type of pheromone... One that called to certain beasts that protected them. Of course, they paid for this protection with the women they captured, so it really was fair all around... except for to the women.
The raven-haired girl never heard it coming. Restrained as she was on the iron horse, there wasn't much she could do about it, though. Surprisingly enough, though, the beast didn't start by tearing her from her bonds. No, instead the beast allowed one of its fleshy tentacles to penetrate her mouth. It would occur without warning and so quickly that there would be no way for her to react. The fleshy limb would press against her lips and as she tried to reflexively protest the action, it would take advantage of the motion and pass through the ring of her mouth and settle on the girl's throat, releasing liquids that would make her more... compliant. Rather, a better word would have been willing. While the men had given her a pheromone, this particular secretion would ensure that she was its mindless slave until it released her back into the custody of the men that had captured her in the first place.
Before too long, the girl stopped protesting... She stopped struggling altogether. The scent of her arousal grew even stronger in the air, even as the iron taint of the tool used to abuse her womanhood amplified the natural scent. Finally the creature rescinded its tentacle and merely observed as the girl continued to go up and down, tiptoeing and releasing, tiptoeing and releasing... The only difference was that now, instead of making small groans of discomfort, each sound she made was a moan of certain arousal.
The creature itself was not emitting strange scents and began secreting fluids from some of its rather lengthy tentacles. Without warning, the creature quickly wrapped a few of its limbs around the girl and literally ripped her from her bonds. Unlike before, however, she wasn't looking around blindly to see where she was. There was no panic in the girl's body language - merely a pure, mindless lust. It was a lust that the creature had created for the sole purpose of sating itself, because it was always easier when the victim was willing.
The beast used its sturdy tentacles to hoist the girl up into midair, spreading her legs with the tentacles wrapped around her thighs and exposing her abused sex to the open air and any that might wish to see... Of course, the only one there was itself, so it really didn't matter to it. Two more tentacles moved to twine their way up the girl's arms. One stopped to wrap around the Native American girl's throat, curling downwards to flick and tug at her nipples, eliciting great moans of pleasure that radiated through her body, sending heat straight to her groin. The other tentacle that had wound its way up her arm rubbed itself obscenely against her cheek before darting into her mouth, this time rubbing itself on her tongue and angling itself to go deeper and deeper into the moist cavern, its goal the length of her throat for the ultimate use of its pheromones.
Afterall, the closer the pheromones got to the girl's brain, the longer the creature had with her... And the more likely the girl would be insatiable with anything other than itself. Depending on how far the tentacle could reach to secrete its mind-poisoning fluids, the girl could easily become her captors' eager and willing cockslut, more than willing to do anything they might ask of her and more in an attempt to ease the aching she'd feel between her legs - the ache that nothing would sate until she was impregnated. Of course, whether the impregnation was caused by the beast or the men depended on how often she was brought to see them, but still... There was always hope to continue its line. After a brief pause to consider its options, the creature, seemingly decided, began to openly tease the girl's body.
After spending some time doing this, the creature finally sent a single tentacle to rub against the girl's pearl. Judging her to be very wet, the creature moved her in midair until she hovered just over the center of its mass, from where all the limbs and tentacles originated.
An appendage that looked very much like an extremely long tongue rose from the mass of tentacles and carefully - very carefully - slid into the girl's waiting vagina. Instead of fucking the girl as regular tentacle might have, it instead slid all the way up the girl's orifice, sliding up to break through the hymen - although she couldn't feel the pain through the pleasure - and up into the womb. The girl's love juices slid down the tongue-like appendage to the origin of the tentacles, and as more and more of the girl's natural lubricant gathered, a small bulge began to make its way up the tentacle, not unlike a pod moving through a tunnel.
The blindfolded girl had been reduced to moaning and begging, crying quite prettily for more - more of whatever it was the beast had to offer her. Not one to disappoint, the beast sent up another tentacle, this one quite thin and vine-like. It traced circles around the edge of the girl's anus and then, without warning, dove in. While any intrusion might have hurt the girl prior, the secretion the creature was constantly forcing into the girl's mouth and, quite frankly, further and further down her throat ensured that no matter the roughness or severity of the touch, she would feel nothing but pure, unadulterated bliss.
The tip of the vine began to grow just the slightest bit, little by little within the girl's frame, easily forcing her body to adjust to the anal fucking she was receiving. Finally, the tip was approximately the same size as the tip of a large human penis. At that point, the entire vine became thicker, simply expecting her body to adjust - and it did. The girl gave a loud shriek of pleasure at the sudden engorgement in her ass. Without mercy the tentacle began to piston in and out of the girl's ass, pushing further and further in until it could go no further without risking potentially harming the girl... But once the tentacle made it that far in, it stilled and simply twisted and turned in her ass, sending shivers through the girl's body.
Finally, the monster took mercy on the Native American girl. She'd long since passed from verbally begging it to mouthing the words, no longer able to get her vocal chords to work through the pleasure. Her head lolled on her shoulders and only the tentacle working its way down her throat kept her from hurting her neck. Tears spilled from her eyes at the sensory buildup, but more than anything, the girl needed to come. A quick check identified the bulge in the tongue-like appendage as being extremely close to the girl's clitoris. As a mercy stroke, the creature sent up another tentacle to give her clitoris a slight flick and she screamed her pleasure, her entire body shaking as the spasms shot through her like wildfire. The tentacle in her ass renewed its efforts thrusting in and out once more, but twisting as it did so... And the girl could feel a wet substance coating the inside of her chest as the tentacle down her throat began to retract. The fleshy limb that had been focusing on her breasts took hold of one of her nipples and simply tugged as far as it could before losing its grip and repeated the process over and over again.
The Native American's body shuddered and jerked over and over and over again as the extreme sensations sent her body into orgasm after orgasm, until she was orgasming and screaming in pleasure well beyond what the human body should be able to handle.
As the juices from her violent orgasms coated the bulge on the appendage, the bulge shot straight up and through the vaginal walls, forcing itself through the thin entrance of her womb by simply pumping forward a few times. As the bulge reached the end of the appendage, a small slit-like opening in the tip of the appendage opened up to neatly deposit a series of hundreds of tiny eggs before retracting, carefully leaving the girl's body, pausing only to slap against her G-spot several times before exiting it completely to return to its base.
At each touch, girl shivered again and again. After only several moments, the creature slowly withdrew the phallic tentacle it had used to pleasure the girl's rear orifice. Then the one in her mouth retreated in its entirety, the creature more than satisfied that she was now his easily controllable breeding bitch. The tentacle that stimulated her breasts however, remained for a moment longer. At the tip there appeared another small slit and that tiny slit became a small hole. The tentacle encased one of the girl's nipples in it before causing an obvious suction force. Apparently having received what it wanted, the tentacle proceeded to switch to the other breast, repeating the process. Once more, it was satisfied.
The chemicals it had released inside of the girl had been to hasten her cycle to a more preferred state - and to keep her there. The creature's children would, after all, need a reliable source of nutrition. The beast slowly lowered the girl to the ground, allowing her to lie on her back as it released her legs, but expended another tentacle that it might suckle both of her breasts at once.
It would spend several days keeping the tentacles on her nipples to milk her. Every so often, when she stirred, it would send another tentacle into her obediently opening mouth and down her throat to provide another burst to ensure the continuing of its milking of her. Other times, the tentacle would merely secrete the usual chemicals on her tongue to provide her with nutrients. Sometimes it would breed with her again.
After ten days of this, the men would come back to see what had become of their sacrifice. Upon finding their worshiped protector milking the girl and occasionally breeding with her, they would know exactly what had happened. When their protector was not breeding with her, the men were allowed to approach to deposit their sperm direct into her womb or into tentacles that the monster would them place inside the girl simultaneously - sometimes widening her pussy to rather monstrous and gaping sizes - to spray its eggs with the masculine seeds.
Over time, the girl's belly would swell more and more, but she wouldn't be aware of anything, her body a mindless doll meant for nothing more than breeding and fucking. After three months, her belly would swell to its limits and the children would leave in one of two ways. If enough had hatched in batches, they would have been aided out of her womb by their progenitor's ever helpful tentacles, fed the milk the creature had taken from its breeder, and then released into the nearby areas to find new purposes for themselves. When all of the hatchlings were hatched and released, the creature would root around in the woman's body to cleanse her of the bad eggs and sperm. When it retreats from her body, she would have only a brief moment of clarity to understand where she is and what is happening to her before the creature merely begins the process again.
If the eggs did not hatch in batches and instead hatched all together, the progenitor would be unable to carefully extract them all. Instead, the creature would force as many tentacles as possible into the woman's orifice in order to retrieve as many of the hatchlings as it can before they begin to overflow. As all of its tentacles are focusing only on saving what hatchlings it can, the girl receives clarity for one painful, terrifying moment before the eggs' hatchlings burst through their host's stomach, killing the girl, though many of them would die in the process.
Should the host die, though, there is no need for concern. Each of the hatchlings has a different purpose. Some protect and some hunt. Some breed and some seek. The girl's captors would learn of the previous breeder's fate and merely find another to serve their protectors.