The Host

[Szymanski]

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Warning: Contains Tentacles/Breeding/Non-Con​

"Look at the size of her."

"Can't believe how big she's got."

"Hey Sadie... anyone home?"

A pair of shadows laughed in unison, their conversation describing the unfortunate ending of a once-beautiful woman. Their bodies were shielded by chemical suits, faces concealed by gas masks, the windows displaying smirking eyes and nothing else. They were cautious about catching anything down here, although the same story couldn't be said for the poor girls that they sacrificed to the occupants of the cave. Sadie had been one of the previous sacrifices, brought down to the breeding chamber about three months ago. Her belly swollen and enlarged, far exceeding the normal size expected of a female pregnancy.

"Nothing. She can't hear us. She's been down here so long now, all she thinks about is giving birth to the next eggs..."

Over the years, the breeding chamber had become something more accustomed to a horrible image of an alien planet. The once earth-like cave had developed a second skin, a mixture of blacks, grays and greens, nothing that had ever been seen on earth before. The substance was like glue, refusing to let go the naked women that filled its space.

Currently, there appeared to be about a dozen women, each one of them at different stages of pregnancy. Some were stuck against the wall, spread-eagled in to the shape of a cross. Others, like Sadie, were sitting on the ground, perched on strange moulded shapes, their legs spread wide, stomachs bulging, with their arms disappearing in to the goo to the side. The expression of each woman was identical; their eyes focused on nothingness, no longer a spark in their pupils, their mouths stretched wide open, sucking hungrily on...

It was a strange sight. One that would have made a normal person cry with fear, with horror. These women were prisoners, glued to their own permanent nests, the world of human civilization a stranger to them. Each breeder was outlined by various holes of differing sizes, and escaping from the gaps were long, sliming...

...tentacles. Currently, it was feeding time. Or that's what the two men guessed anyway. They had no idea what these things did to the women, all they did was sacrifice their naked beauty.

"Hey -- look. She's waking up."

This breeder's nest was different. Sitting regally in a nest that almost appeared shaped like a throne to the others, her arms nearly missing beneath the alien wall, stretched to her sides. Her knees were bent, yet stretched as far as humanly possible, almost permanently fixed in to their position by the cave's skin. The breeding chamber had developed a natural light, like a tinted neon of green. Strangely, all light appeared focused on the newest sacrifice. The masked men stepped closer, waiting for her reaction.

 

[celestine]

Leilani hadn't been expecting the brusque way she'd been treated at the facility... They'd been looking for beautiful women to test some cosmetic products on, and she'd been signed up for the project by her cousin, an ass with whom she shared a mutual hatred... Still, he'd worked there and had applied to her mother... And thus she'd stepped into the laboratory, an unwitting victim to what they were planning. They'd done several procedures on her including a full-body checkup. They'd also quite literally run small tubes in and out of her body to cleanse it - despite the fact that she had not, as instructed, eaten or drank anything beyond water.

Still, she'd obediently allowed these scientists and workers to touch her in ways that she hadn't let anyone touch her before - certainly, she hadn't touched herself in such a manner before. After a while, a woman had come to her, explaining that they were going to inject something into her veins and, after half an hour, draw a small sample to test whether it was compatible with the subject at hand. She'd agreed to it, but when they'd checked the sample, she'd grown wary at their suddenly changed behaviors. If it weren't for the IV in her forearm, she might have gotten up to investigate...

"She's perfect!" one of the scientists had said, a strangely pleased grin on his face... she would have described it as dark if she'd seen it.

"I agree - tonight, then?" the woman that had come to her spoke.

"Tonight's fine... It's about time, anyways. Sadie's probably already at her limits and we'll need another girl to go in..." Leilani had been suspicious, but unable to move. She hadn't been aware of it, but the IV had been laced with drugs to make her sleepy. Within moments, her eyes closed, her ears hearing, but not listening.

While she slept, they'd removed the IV and covered her naked body with a sheet... She'd been rolled down a hall and sent down some sort of elevator or lift. There, the people that handled such matters took over and she was soon enough caught within the nightmare that the women deceived by these men had fallen into, never truly to understand what her beauty had been sacrificed to...

Long, blonde hair and bright blue eyes... Clean, clear skin, and a tall form with wide hips and a bust to match it, resulting in an hourglass figure. She had a nearly symmetrical oval face and her complexion was the kind that was pretty in any lighting - even neon green.

She stirred, the muscles in her arms shifting as she tried to rub the sleep from her eyes, but failed. Alarmed, her eyes opened without any aid, and she looked around, trying to understand why she couldn't move. Immediately, her eyes widened in shock and fear. Her arms were caught beneath some kind of... strange substance that she couldn't even identify. It covered all of her arms, up to her shoulders, effectively trapping her upper body. Her, legs, though, weren't as caught. Instead, they were held wide open with ropes of the strange substances, her feet twitching only momentarily in fear before the strange wall quickly trapped them. She shivered, unsure of what was going on. Her hips were almost uncomfortably open, and she didn't like being open for any passing person to see - she wasn't clothed at all!

Still trying to control her breathing, she found it was a pointless attempt when she looked around the room. There were women here and there, all what she would have considered beautiful. Each, however, remained still, their mouths and throats the only things moving as they sucked on some strange... things. She didn't want to call them tentacles, because then she'd really be admitting she'd fallen into a complete and utter nightmare. The girls closest to her had no expression - their eyes and faces were completely blank.

There was one thing that she absolutely couldn't ignore though. These women - their bodies were pregnant. What they were pregnant with, she couldn't possibly know, but she did know that no woman's body would stretch so far from carrying human children... Fear swept through her. Was this her fate?

Shuddering in terror, she looked at the two fully covered beings before her, absolutely terrified as to what they were going to do to her. Her voice failed her as she tried to ask why - instead, she could only stare at their body suits and gas masks, questions forming in her eyes as she tried to understand what had happened.

 

[Szymanski]

"Look at her. Poor girl's absolutely terrified." She couldn't see their facial expressions, and the filter of the gas masks tended to distort the sounds they made. Although there was one distinguishable emotion that she could hear. Laughter. They were enjoying themselves, watching her stuck like that, her body exposed to the world, with no way of escaping from her sticky bonds. Around her, the women were still sucking at the tentacles that came from the wall, their throats working away, swallowing whatever the tentacle was feeding her. It was their source of food, it would satisfy their own needs while also feeding the proper and required nutrients to their now-alien-filled wombs. Soon, Leilani would have the same thing happening to her. Her body changing to compensate for the strange new birthing she'd have the joy of giving.

One of the men slapped the other on the top of the arm and pointed towards her. "Let's go." He muttered, already stepping back. "It's starting. Can't be here while it happens." They failed to specify what the 'it' part was, leaving the poor woman to guess what was about to take place. From now on, she would find out things the hard way. Learn on her own, come to conclusions that she shouldn't have to. Why she was there, and what was happening to these women.

Something wet stroked against her neck, leaving its saliva against her skin. It was a quick slap, lasting little more than a second before retreating back in to it's hole. Roughly ten seconds later, it happened again. The warmth of the strange sensation. Yet this time, the feeling continued up her jaw-line, approaching her mouth. The tip of the appendage sliding against the lips of it's newest breeder. It tickled and kissed, attempting to break through the seal and force its way in.

 

[celestine]

She was mortified at their reaction, even as her terror increased. What the hell was going on? What were they laughing about? Her? Her situation? God, she almost couldn't speak from the emotions embroiling her. "L..." her first attempt failed when she was overcome by a sensation of utmost dread. That dread, though, fueled her next attempt. "Let me go!" she cried out, her expression one of a desperate woman. She could tell that the women around her were being fed something... And it wasn't even through force as it was they who were suckling from the tentacles. Was this her fate? No... No, it couldn't be! She couldn't accept this. Leilani had been ahead in her classes, good at sports, and had always done well in extracurriculars and charity. There was no reason for something so ghastly to be happening to her... And what would her mother think? Her cousin? What was she going to do?

As the men interacted and began to walk away, Leilani tried again: "Please! Don't leave me here! Let me go! I'll... I'll do anything! God, just please let me go?!" She'd had a life... One that she wanted to continue living. They ignored her. They ignored her cries and pleas for help, and they ignored her existence as they left the area. It was then that she felt true despair, crushing in on her. There was an almost sick sort of anticipation, a coiled dread and anxiety that started deep in her chest as she lay in wait for the thing that would make her like the women around her.

She tensed when she felt something touching her. She somehow knew - she just knew that it had begun... And she couldn't be sure of whether she was grateful or petrified. It slid across her neck and the wetness it left behind was almost cool as it disappeared, the sensation remaining after it left. She shivered, her fear mounting. Then it returned, touching her throat and rising up to meet her jaw line and then her mouth... The tip of the strange thing touched against her lips again and again, trying to worm its way into her mouth.

Leilani fought it, clenching her teeth and trying to keep her lips sealed. She didn't know what in the hell was going on, but she damned sure could at least fight for herself in the small ways that she could.

 

[Szymanski]

The appendage sensed resistance, unable to break through her lips. It's blind attempts were fruitless, although not completely uncommon to it. Although most of the women that were brought down here couldn't stop themselves from screaming -- thus giving the tentacle an opening to poison her mind -- there were some that were determined to keep their mouth closed as long as they could. It left a trail of silvery substance against her lips, a coating that would taste horrible to her just now, but eventually, the breeder would soon come to accept it -- and enjoy it. To the others, it was a taste of ambrosia, a delicacy from the gods.

Unfortunately for the woman, there was no way of concealing her other opening down below. Her legs had been separated for a reason -- and the tentacle was about to exploit that. Whilst it hovered in front of her face, teasing and taunting and waiting to strike once again, another appendage crept from the wall towards her legs. Once more, it's skin came in contact with Leilani's, this time groping her thigh as if her were a man in a busy subway. Her inability to slap the tentacle away meant she had to sit and accept what ever it did, wherever it decided to feel. It soon grew bored with her thigh, and went for the sweet spot between her legs.

Like the tentacle above, it took it's time in breaking the seal. Slowly, it approached and pressed against her opening lightly. Stroking in a vertical motion, picking the right moment to enter--
Then it lunged. Straight inside, it's lubricated coating allowing it to slip in no problem. Violating her female parts, digging as deep as it could without stopping. The tentacle above waited for the scream, for the moan of discomfort. Then it would slip in...

 

[celestine]

Leilani grimaced as she felt it touching against her lips, leaving some sort of wetness there. She couldn't help but think it was slime... And so she renewed her efforts to clench her teeth and keep herself inaccessible to this monster. God, she still couldn't believe this was happening to her. Somewhere in the depths of her mind, she wondered if she was feeling what all the other women had felt - that she'd stepped into a horror film in which she was the main character... And in this film, the character didn't get to escape. Her whole body shuddered in disgust at what had happened here. Even as she kept her mouth shut, she could see the other girls keeping their mouths open, their cheeks moving with their throats as they sucked down whatever bile the tentacles fed them.

She glared at the appendage before her as it moved back and forth before her. She felt like a snake's prey as she watched it moving from side to side, waiting for her to give in. Well, she had news for it! She had no plans on losing out to become like the other girls... No matter how inevitable, it may be, she would hold out!

It touched her leg and her whole body jolted. She'd not noticed the tentacle approaching, and she couldn't help but tense. It moved, higher and higher until it was there, at the place she least wanted it and yet the place it most wanted to be. Fearful, but determined not to cry out, she simply glared at the tentacle that was before her eyes and gritted her teeth. When the tentacle cut into her - violated her, entered her - and broke her hymen, forcing itself as deeply as it could, her head went back and her pupils shrank in pain, and though her lips separated as she exhaled, her teeth remained gritted, an impenetrable barrier for the tentacle.

 

[Szymanski]

Again, the tentacle that wagged in front of her face attempted to break in to her mouth, and release it's drugging fluids in to her throat. And again -- it had hit a wall that refused to collapse. She remained strong, but for how long could she keep it up? The ones that fought always had to give up in the end, their fates were sealed -- and it would always happen in the end. The solid, white gates inside her mouth were all that stopped her from giving up her human spirit. As if out of frustration, the tentacle that had broken her humen dug deeper. It wanted her to shriek out. To open her mouth. To part her teeth. To cry.

It bulged, twisting and turning, cramming itself in to the tight hole. She'd feel every single inch of movement, the muscle that began a steady rhythm of movement. Back and forth, pulling almost all the way out before returning as far as it could slide, slamming against her interior. And like an obedient pet, the tentacle that shook from side to side like it were trying to hypnotise, waited patiently. For that half-second moment to strike...

Then the addition of two further tentacles, much smaller in diametre yet equally as disgusting. Their natural slime allowed them to squeeze against the minute gaps between her interior walls and the raping tentacle, tunneling upwards like a high-speed train. Their purpose was unknown to her -- but their role in the breeding process was equally important as the others. When they reached their destination, they began to squirt, to fill her up with gunk. Her womb would be converted to allow her to grow eggs and breed them. Leilani's lower half began to numb, taking away any feeling of pain as the fascinating process took place.

But just not numb enough for the fucking to disappear...

 

[celestine]

Her body cringed at the assault, though her mind found satisfaction in that she'd kept her mouth protected. Still, as if it were a consequence, the tentacle that had entered into her strove to go ever deeper, forcing her to feel every movement it made within her... Leilani glared at the tentacle in front of her, doing her best not to react to the strange taste on her teeth and lips... It was horrifically bitter, and she had no doubt that it was the slime from the very tentacle she was looking at. Disgusting. Aware of the taste, she again told herself not to let it into her mouth.

When the smaller tentacles entered her, though, her body gave a full shiver. What else was this thing planning to do to her? Even as she could feel the small tentacles moving against the inner walls of her body, Leilani somehow knew that these tentacles weren't like the other. The other moved deeper and deeper, trying to touch itself against all that was the inside of her body in an almost explorative way, but these two tentacles - they had a purpose. They'd headed straight for her womb. She threw her head back again, her pupils shrinking at the strange, foreign, and almost forceful sensation of the two tentacles filling her womb with some kind of fluid, but as her lower body went numb, her mind began to lose itself to fear once more.

Was this how the other women had become pregnant? Was their some sort of parasite that had just been released into her body? The questions that entered her mind tormented her nearly as much as the tentacles, and the insecurity she felt only strengthened her fears... When she'd started to lose feeling, though, she knew instinctively that something was going to change. She didn't know what exactly was happening, but beyond the sensation of that tentacle moving in and out of her body, she knew something was going to change her permanently.

Horrified, her eyes went wide and she could no longer feel a point in holding back. Her mouth opened, teeth separated as she uttered a single word: "No...!"

 

[Szymanski]

Somehow -- it knew her mouth was now open. Either it reacted to sound, or it just knew that her teeth had parted, the tentacle that hovered and dangled in front of her mouth now had an access point. And even if her mouth was only open for a split second, that was all the time it needed. Targeting where it was going to enter, the appendage quickly burrowed between her teeth and assaulted her mouth, preventing the young woman from closing down on it. The sickly taste of slime was prominent against her taste buds, her entire throat gagging on this horrifying ordeal. It didn't go quite all the way down, but it went as far as it needed -- and that's when it released its poison.

It wasn't quite as deadly as one would expect of a poison -- far from it, in fact. It didn't poison the blood with a acidic toxin. It poisoned their thoughts, tampered with the most incredible thing of human nature. The mind. Changed their way of thinking. No longer would they be scared. It sort of replicated the effects of diazepam, or other muscle relaxants. Helped them adjust to their new purpose. Rather than worrying in fear about the aliens inside of their womb, or the tentacles that toyed with their body, they would grow fond of the infant eggs inside of them, eagerly awaiting their birthing like a mother would look forward to the birth of her human child.

After ejecting, the mouth-tentacle retreated out of her mouth and disappeared in to the wall, it's job done. The effects of the alien drug would happen quickly, giving Leilani her last few moments of feeling like a human woman. From the outside, she would appear as mindless as the breeders she shared the chamber with. Staring in to a space in the wall, awaiting the appendage to give her her feeding. The taste buds would soon adapt to the flavour. And as the tentacles inside of her removed themselves as well, Leilani was left alone.

 

[celestine]

Almost immediately, Leilani's head jerked back, the tentacle that had been teasing at her quickly darting into her mouth. She gagged horrifically, tears coming to the edges of her eyes as she half-choked on the tentacle and she almost wished she was as mindless as the other girls, if only to stay the taste and humiliation at the knowledge that she'd let the damned thing in. It was in her mouth, traveling further and further down her throat, coating her mouth with that same disgusting slime - it was as bitter as before, making her want to cringe and spit. She felt a spray of something in her chest and felt her eyes rolling in panic.

Its job done, the tentacle receded, allowing Leilani to gag. She dry heaved for several moments, doing her best to inhale as much air as she could in between as her body returned to its natural state. After a moment, having gathered her breath and wits, Leilani immediately forced herself to gag, trying to rid herself of the toxins that were within her body. Her attempts to force herself to vomit, though, failed. She was, to put it bluntly, too late. The toxins were already spreading through her body and mind and as she drew breathe to try to force her muscles to push her stomach to reject its contents - and anything else it hit on the way up - she suddenly forgot why she was trying to do it. Rather than tensing as she'd wanted them to, her muscles relaxed, allowing her body to fall into an almost limp state.

Far from her former desperation and thoughts of escape, now Leilani was looking around the chamber. The other girls were already being fed, she noted, feeling as though she had a sudden clarity - as though she'd just woken, really. She looked at the walls, wondering when her own would appear. She needed to have nutrients for the babies, after all. How else was she going to be able to ovulate the eggs properly? She had noted that the tentacles that had embedded themselves so deeply within her core had withdrawn and disappeared... Perhaps they were to be replaced with her feeding vessel?

 

[Szymanski]

For a while, there was nothing. There was no further penetration, no sign of life attempting to violate her openings. She was left alone, even if she had been converted, as the gas-masked men would have described her. Time no longer existed inside of the breeding chamber to the women, there was no calender or dial to tell them what day it was -- even the concept of night and day was now a stranger to them. An old friend they would never see again. Their body clocks could not adjust to anything except the repetitive feeding sessions by the tentacles.

Eventually, there was movement. The sliding of a tentacle, its soft touch different to the previous forceful attempts to puncture her mouth. Its warmth now sucked gently against her shoulder blade, almost as if this was it's way of kissing her. It ascended her body, once again running its wetness across her cheek, over her lips, teasing her. A few seconds of foreplay, as well as judging her reaction. It appeared satisfied that she had been converted, and in one sudden movement, the wide appendage suddenly thrusted in to her mouth, the speed of which would probably take her by surprise. That wasn't all. It's width far exceeded the size of the previous one -- really stretching her mouth's opening.

The feeding began. The foul taste had been replaced by deliciousness. This food was as good as she'll ever get.

Then to her left -- another noise. This time, from a breeder. The tentacles tickling her were gone, her mouth making noises of discomfort. Or was it? Her pregnancy appeared to have reached it's climax, her slim waist now bulging in an inhuman way. The breeder would never have been able to walk with a belly like that. Leilani was about to witness what would soon happen to her...

 

[celestine]

Time passed. She didn't know how long it was, or even what time it might be. At the foreign notion, Leilani frowned. Time? What was time? No, she didn't understand what it was. Merely that her own feeding had not yet begun. She waited, examining the other women in the room. It would be her first time, so she wanted to understand what to expect. The woman directly to her left was the largest, and one that was some way down to the right seemed as though she were nine months pregnant with a human baby. The one just behind that woman seemed normal without even the slightest swell. Leilani wasn't sure if the woman had already given birth or simply hadn't gotten too big yet.

Finally, her waiting paid off. One of the tentacles appeared and touched her, gently touching against her shoulder blade with a tenderness that she was experiencing for the first time... But it was almost warm - different from the coolness of the room. Leilani gave a shiver at the difference in temperature. She shuddered as it trailed up, leaving its wet coating against her cheek and lips. Obedient, Leilani merely opened her mouth, awaiting its entrance. Despite this simple preparation, though, she was caught off guard when it thrust into her mouth at the speed it did. It was... fast. And very thick. Already, she could tell that she was opening her mouth more for this one that she had the previous one... And even then, while the sides of her mouth hadn't begun to hurt yet, she knew that if it got any larger, they would.

Leilani wasn't pleasantly surprised by the taste that pressed itself against its tongue and slipped down her throat, tickling her and making her half-want to gag and half-want to swallow... So she swallowed, hastening its movement down her throat and allowing for more of the substance to begin trailing into her mouth and down her throat. She gave the tentacle a few appreciative licks at the taste... Ambrosia, almost. Certainly, she felt that was what it must be... Or what it must taste like, anyways.

At the sudden sounds to her left, though, Leilani tilted her head just enough that she'd be able to see what was going on without making herself uncomfortable with the tentacle in her mouth. The impossible full woman seemed to be about to give birth. Leilani watched attentively, somehow knowing this was twice as important for her to know as it was for any of the other women in the room.

 

[Szymanski]

Whatever it fed her, seemed to go on for a while. By now, with the alien poison effecting her thoughts and the way her mind worked, there wasn't a single woman in the breeding chamber that was aware of what was actually happening. That this wasn't normal to a human female. All they knew was that their purpose was to breed. And by the look on the woman that was in the process of laying her eggs, it appeared to be the happiest and proudest day of her life. The tentacle continued to pump what ever it was feeding Leilani, flowing down her throat and in to the area where her young would grow.

Strangely, however, there weren't many women who were watching the same woman that Leilani was paying attention to. They all just sucked hungrily on the appendages in their mouths, not caring about the noises of the breeder. As if they had seen it all so many times before. A couple watched, but the rest were in too much bliss to take any interest. Once more, her noises were loud, although her restraints prevented her from moving around much. Her legs were fixed in to an opened position, and her head was stuck against the back wall with a strip of slime running horizontally across her forehead.

Her body was doing everything for her -- the way her womb had been transformed, her organs no longer completely human. The eggs inside of her were either huge, or numbered many. Her opening began to stretch as the first eggs began to worm their way out. One... Two... Three... each of them the size of an American football... four... five... six. By now, she appeared to be in some sort of distress. As if her body was struggling to give birth to anymore. She was still quite inflated, though her breathing was beginning to differ from normal. Choking. Blood, spilling out of her mouth. Seven... Eight... Nine... the woman looked like she was about to die!

 

[celestine]

Leilani continued to swallow against the tentacle, knowing that it would make her able to breed, just as she knew that it would keep her fed. It was a wonderful thing to know, really - to know that after her body was prepared by the changes the tentacle in her mouth would facilitate - she'd soon be invaded by the tentacles necessary for her to give birth. Once she was ready, she knew, there would be tentacles sliding against her body, sliding into her and making her feel good whilst the eggs were seeded within her. It would be an inevitable joy for her, and she was pleased to know it.

Still, Leilani watched. There were few others that joined her - those who were curious or respectful of this woman's burden, she suspected. The others were either distracted or had done this already, perhaps so many times that it no longer mattered to them. Leilani wondered as she watched: how many times would she birth before she was able to nonchalantly ignore the women around her who were in the proudest and greatest moments of their lives? How many times would her stomach expand, the skin going taut as she became impossibly full under the weight of her own children?

She watched as the woman's body shuddered to allow her opening to widen for the eggs to slip out of her and she watched as the woman's body convulsed to allow each egg out, the skin on her body rippling all over - even across the stomach as the eggs left her. Leilani was proud for the other woman. One, two, three, four five, six, seven, eight nine! This woman had put forth a good brood, even if she could not finish. As Leilani looked on, she knew that this other woman as going to die. As she choked and as blood slipped from her mouth, she knew - something had gone wrong within the woman, whether it was displaced organs, bones, or merely the stress her body was undergoing... Or perhaps premature hatchings. Still, it was a risk they all knew of and accepted. Leilani continued to watch.

 

[Szymanski]

The collection of eggs was impressive, as the average breeder could only manage around five or six. But she had been ripe, her body had accepted and grown many more than expected of her. To the woman, she had wished for more -- they all wished to lay a golden dozen, yet it was a target that few ever reached. And her body, although out of her own control, had been too ambitious. In her attempt to breed as many of her wonderful hatchlings as possible, she was unable to finish. More blood poured out, spilling from her mouth and opening below. The eggs were beginning to be coated in her own liquids, her breathing was little more than a forced action now. Her eyes closed for a final time, her body went limp -- yet the breeder passed away with more than a flicker of a proud smile on her face.

A few of the women were shocked, although they had seen the sight before. Strangely, even though this ending would come to them all -- some much earlier than others -- none of them looked disturbed or worried at the prospect. None of them ever spoke to one another, their mouths crammed with delicious tentacles for most of the day. The ones that had paid attention to her birthing ignored her remains, and continued to enjoy their feeding and the appendage inside of their sex. However, when Leilani was due to give birth... they would all make sure to watch. The royal throne she sat on gave her position of dominance away. She would realise this soon.

Sneaking in like the tentacles before, the slime-coated appendage slithered in to her own pussy, stretching her lower lips wide as it entered. For Leilani, her tentacle differed from the rest. It was larger, it's contents special. For her brood would become the alien's queen and princesses, the dominant breed of it's kind. And the tentacle went to work, releasing it's semen like it had released it's feed. The beginnings of the eggs had been laid, as the appendage began to imitate the actions of human sex.

 

[celestine]

Leilani watched with cool eyes and an undisturbed expression as she continued to feed. As the woman beside her began to bleed the eggs out, it became obvious what had happened: she'd taken on more than her body was capable of taking... As such, the deposit had been made and though the eggs had grown within the woman with her body capable of holding them, she'd simply failed to birth them properly. In following with protocol, she wouldn't be surprised if the woman was cut open that they might at least bring life from the eggs still within the woman's overfilled womb. It wasn't as though she'd be able to feel it - the discomfort had long since faded into the bliss that came with knowing you were doing something honorable and amazing... It was a smile that would be forever captured on the woman's body until it was disposed of in the usual way. Leilani merely returned her attention to the other women in the room.

Many were being attended to orally and vaginally, tentacles filling them up from both ends. It was interesting to see the way that their bodies merely accepted the tentacles, their bodies pliant to the aliens' whims. Certainly, it was noteworthy to see that they seemed to... enjoy it, to an extent. Still, the tentacles were of average size - manageable, she decided. She had not, however, been expecting anything to fill her - not just yet, especially because she hadn't seen its approach. She threw her head back in a muffled gasp, accidentally moving the tentacle in her mouth further down into her throat. This tentacle was larger than the previous one... certainly it was larger than the others in the room! Nonetheless, she could feel it spilling its fluids into her body as it thrust in and out of her sex.

Beyond this, though, she quickly lost focus as waves of extreme pleasure began to crash over her body, partially from the brainwashing that had occurred, and partially from the sheer size of the appendage that was at work within her, pressing in and pulling out over and over again. The tentacle was hitting noticeably pleasurable spots and she couldn't help but moan against the feeding tentacle in her throat.