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Default Kari's hiking nightmare

in an alien planet a hiker gets some unwanted local attention!

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Tentacle Terror


The day is hot, the heat blurring the stones ahead of her. Kari moves forward using a long stick she’d found on the floor and wipes the slick sweat from her face away, moving the thick black hair to the side. She scratches the back of her neck and thanks the gods she decided to keep her hair only shoulder length.
She looks around, looking for her guide. Where’d he disappear off to, she wonders. Lucky he isn’t around as the thin tang top is sticking to her body outlining her frame, the sweat making the swell of her breast shine. She shakes her shirt trying to wring out some of the sweat. The shirt peels away like duct tape her large d-cup breast still dripping sweat from every pore. She scans the earth behind her, looking around with her brown eyes. Where is he, she growls inwardly.

Several feet away Kari’s guide hangs, impaled on a long slithering mass of pinkish flesh. The long appendage waves about in the air, coming out from the guide’s mouth. The roots in the creature’s lower body finish absorbing their nutrition from the guide’s withering body. With this nutrition comes an awareness of knowledge and an absorbed consciousness. A great gathered heat now amassing from several consumed bodies.
The creature is a putrid coloration with no discernable shape or form, but with many smaller limbs sticking all about it as if placed haphazardly. Eyes rolling around in flesh, slithering tongues and twisted hands. One eye slithers out the length of the body, blinking into the heat, looking at the woman.
It feels the former memories of lust and desire from the limp body hanging on its tendril and something inside it gurgles, humming softly. Mixed with the thoughts of several other consumed it feels a different hunger mixing in the belly.
It swings its snake like appendage and flings the remains away, letting it crumple somewhere below on the cliff side. Slowly it begins to crawl forward, smelling its prey and the sweet scent of her sweat. Soon it would take her... take her and do as it would with her.

Kari rubs the sweat on the back of her neck and turns. She blinks away the sun. She thought she’d seen something out there. Had there been some half torn carcass moving down there? But when the sun clears she sees nothing below her.
She shakes her head. “Must be seeing things,” she mutters. But where is that damnable guide? It has been hours now and he hasn’t appeared. She is getting worried. Did he lose himself somewhere?
Because of her worries she doesn’t notice the yellowish flesh crawling down the rock face behind her, or it separating a snake like appendage and lowering it down her back, under her shirt. But she feels it.
She turns rapidly, trying to dislodge it from her shirt when she feels its large form sliding down her back. Instantly she thinks large snake, and screams as she tries to grapple with it.
The creature blinks several eyes and responds angrily as the woman, Kari a memory says, has removed the snake tendril from the back of her shirt and is moving away. It lashes quickly, wrapping her left hand in its slimy grip, dragging her back.
“Let go!” she screams. “Let go!”
But as she struggles with the slime like appendage she realizes how futile her efforts really are. It has her in a stone like grip despite the soft flesh, and despite it general form she can see it looks like bubbling flesh.
As she is pulled back to the cliff face she looks up past the slimy arm and stares wide eyed and the large mass of flesh, with several eyes and gibbering mouths, snake like appendages moving quietly along the rock face. She stares, her heart racing. Her mouth opens and she lets out a scream.
The woman’s scream sends vibrations through the creature. Fear induced memories from former food makes the creature lash out with tendrils, eyes blinking and bubbling in the flesh. The two appendages snake out quickly. One wrapping around Kari’s waist and pulling her body off the ground, her legs dangling. The other wraps around her face, the slick tendril going between her lips, her teeth biting into the sickly flesh.

It tasted putrid, she thinks, like vomit and over rotten meat mixed together. Kari could barely hold the bile down in her mouth feeling the rough, bumpy texture, a sickly secretion oozing into her mouth. This causes her to actually gag and the vomit comes up, cut off by the tendril between her lips. The bile splatters out the sides of her mouth, a slight burn at the edges.

The creature twitches feeling the warmth come up, but soon calms. The woman is quiet now, her screams coming out in muffled gasp. But she is struggling, kicking wildly, trying to claw at its arms.
Another tendril lashes out, grabbing her right leg by the ankle and jerking it up almost at a ninety degree angle. She lets out a muffled scream, but her struggles become significantly less, her body held up in the air in a twisted “C” like form. Her one free leg kicks futilely below her, her free arm just holding its tendril for balance.
The creature unwraps its tendril from the woman’s stomach, letting her weight drag her down further. She lets out a muffled squeal, kicking violently for a few minutes. The creature simply holds her now, waiting for her struggles to cease. Her weight is little to it, who weighs well over six hundred pounds.
It watches with its several eyes, feeling the memories of its former prey. The women it had eaten hungered as well, but their hunger was different. Ideas that never matched. Things that made no sense to the creature.
The thoughts of the men were far more simple, looking for animalistic release with almost any woman in general. The better the proportions near her hips and breast the better. And the proportions on this one were more then many past memories desired. The heat in its stored sacks warms, super heating inside its lower gut, but the creature is patient, waiting for the struggles of the woman in its grasp to slow to a more manageable rhythm.
It watches her, feeling the memories of its newly consumed prey. He’d had thoughts of this specific woman, many thoughts. Thoughts that warmed and heated the flesh. Almost all the thoughts having to do with penetration, and from memory it now understood these “humans” wore secondary skins. Skins that could be removed without hurting the creature beneath. Though this in itself is of little concern to it.
The creature runs one long tendril over the side of the woman’s stomach, making her quiver and begin to squirm, but it is over shortly, her energies almost spent and dry. A soft whimper comes from her lips now, salty tears running over its tendrils. The heat of the sun warms her flesh, making it hot and sweaty, moist against her clothes. Her body straining against the extra skin on her top. Her nipples poking hard against the fabric, her large globes swelling and shrinking quickly. Through its many pores it taste the mixture of sweat, tears and bile the woman has spilt. A salty taste mixed with her fear.

Kari’s heart beats rapidly. She struggles weakly to pull at the thick tendril between her lips, but that only makes the snake like body tighten around her head, bruising her cheeks further. She lets her arm fall away, keeping her eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain of the awkward position. She is only a few feet off the ground, but in the position there is a sharp pain going down her sides, and her arm and leg strain, an ache at their connective joints, her legs nearly spread wide open.
She shuts her eyes, trying to force out the sight of the creature with weird sounds coming from its many lips, tongues smacking against them, teeth clattering and eyes bubbling and frothing. If she didn’t know any better... the look in them would make her think they were leering at her, as a type of meat to be fucked. But that’s stupid. It’s an animal. Some rotting disgusting animal.
All it can want is to eat her. She shuts her eyes resigned to her fate.
It isn’t until a thin tendril slides down her leg and begins to snake its way beneath her shorts that she truly begins to worry it has other intentions.


The creature feels itself warming, all the thoughts inside of it wanting one thing, to breed! Breed repeatedly and violently from every orifice the human woman has, starting with her main reproductive organ. Something in its simple mind says it’s a cunt or pussy. It can’t decide which, the many voices inside it are indecisive. It’ll fuck em’ both!
But where is the organ? The memories say it is behind the lower skin, between the legs. Holding the woman’s leg taut it breaks away a thin tendril letting it travel slowly down the length of her limb, under the thin fold in her second skin and slides the member in, traveling over her leg towards her center.
It can feel the woman tense beneath its grip, stiffening. The creature stiffens, awaiting her renewed struggles. After several agonizing seconds with no response it continues its passage between her skins until it reaches another skin, something soft of many hard hairs, and sliding over this material it senses the skin beneath. Rough points jabbing into this secondary skin, hair sticking out and pricking its tendril.
The creature growls in dissatisfaction. It hadn’t expected this, a second skin, below the first, blocking its passage to the main skin. Its growl turns into a low rumbling roar.
The woman suddenly starts bucking and thrashing about, its tendril almost jerked away from her sensitive areas. The creature jerks both her limbs back further till they are almost touching, it can hear her bones grinding almost at their breaking point, the flesh stretching. She shrieks behind its tendril, and after a few quick twitches stops her movement, a low whimper echoing from her lips more continuously.

Kari shrieks as the creature suddenly jerks her leg and arm back, almost crossing each other. She feels her muscles twisting, screaming in agony, bones sounding like they’re grinding. She kicks out, clawing at her gag and kicking wildly at the air. But it has no effect and makes the pain on her worse. She forces herself to a relative calm, her heart thundering hard in her chest. Her leg and arm socket scream in agony, but struggle and twist as she will the creature only tightens its grip around her wrist and ankle.
She lets her head fall to the side and lets out a whimper. She knew what it was doing now... why it was leaving her alive. It wanted to fuck her! Oh God, it really was going to fuck her!
But it didn’t know how to get past her shorts, and her underwear made it frustrated. Maybe she’ll get lucky and it’ll jerk the tendril at her mouth, snapping her neck. But it’s a patient fucker, and waits until her struggles are almost nill before sliding its tendril and a second around her leg under her shorts, and then a third and forth. They don’t reach her panties this time though. They stop short at her inner leg and move up towards the cotton fabric, pushing against it.
It won’t get in! She almost laughs, a hysterical cry behind her gag. For all this thing can and probably will do to her, at least it can’t rape her! She’s chuckling quietly through her tears when she feels a scraping and then hears a tearing and her blood runs cold.

The creature sends several tendrils down into the woman’s second skin through the crevices and hooks at the folds, sending a hooklike tooth to the end of each tendril. It digs these hooks upwards into the fabric and then begins to pull, hearing with satisfaction as the second skin begins to tear away. It sends three more tendrils outside of the skin, and hooks into separate folds, digging the hooks into the hair like flesh and pulling away with a satisfying tear.
The woman begins to struggle again, a few jerks of her body. But they are few and can do little as the hooks tear away at the second skin, strips of its green flesh falling to the side, making more openings for its tendrils to gather into.
It sends group after group of tendrils at her hips, tediously working away at the woman’s second skin, even tearing in the opposite direction. This gives a satisfying scrunch as that part is pulled down and away. It pulls and jerks, the cold rock clasp only helping add weight to tear the skin away.
It gives the green skin a good pull, holding it down towards the floor, tearing it from a long seam at the top. The woman whimpers in short gasp, her breast heaving against their skin but makes no other notable resistance.
It finally has sight of the second skin blocking its access and feels a warmth inside. Its another frilly type of skin, a sickly whitish coloration like melting snow showing the wet body beneath. Tentatively another tendril extends towards this second skin...


Kari jerks in surprise, feeling a long wet tendril slop against her labia under the panties. The cold feeling leaves but comes back running its length over her pussy lips. It feels them beneath her panties, running its length over the crevices, feeling her. She dares open her eyes to stare, trying painfully to look over her shoulder at the tendril.
It is long with a dull pinkish purple coloration, slick with liquid. She quivers. It’s a tongue! A long disgusting tongue! It moves about her lips almost systematically, feeling them and tasting them. With the sweat from the sun combined with its saliva her lips press roughly against the fabric, the thin material barely forms a separation from its tongue and skin to skin contact.
It feels the bottom of her cunt, pressing itself as far as it’ll go, pushing the fabric into her body. She groans against her gag, its tongue digging into her wet lips before pulling away. It presses against her lips one more time and pulls back.
She waits for it, for something....
Then the hooks grab onto the sides of her panties and pull back, jerking the thin fabric away violently. It tears almost with a snap, exposing her wet labia to the creature.
It bubbles in happy mirth, eyes sinking in and out of its flesh. Kari watches with squinting eyes as a part of it sinks in on itself and then bulges out, snaking out with a round, long thick head, a thick body attached to it. Kari’s eyes widen as she realizes what she is looking at.
It’s the head of a giant cock! As thick around as her fist and measuring the length of her hand. She struggles violently against her restraints and screams, as she hears her shoulder pop. Her arm is now angled badly, the bone pushing at her flesh. She cries quietly, not thinking anymore, feeling its thick head against her labia. Why me? she thinks. Why?
The thick head pushes against her labia and slides away. It pushes again and slides away without entry. The creature roars in frustration, but Kari can only cry, the pain from her shoulder screaming.
She feels a tentacle grip her other leg, spreading both legs wide and the thin hooks digging slightly into her labia, pulling the lips back and spreading them. The points dig harshly against her tender inner flesh, and Kari lets out little sobs, no longer worrying about what will come next, just wanting it to be over.
The head finally arrives. Thick even with the spread opening. It pushes roughly against her lips, squeezing and sliding its way in.
Kari jerks her head up, her eyes widening, feeling that large device entering, pushing and crunching flesh. Tears brim against her eyes, the pain in her hips screaming. It is a burning fire until there is a final pop and the head slides in, the walls of her womb constricting around the thick member, a thin wet trickle of blood running down her legs.
The head pushes all the way in through her vagina up into the tight fitting cervix until it reaches the edge of her uterus and rest there. Kari arches her spine, trying to scream against the living gag. The fire in her hips is raging, her body trying to adjust to the sudden large object imbedded in her hips. She waggles her hips, the pain in her shoulder suddenly forgotten as she’s feeling her walls stretch and warm.
Then the head starts to pull back a short ways back into her cervix and comes back up, ramming against her uterine wall. She jerks her head, screaming loudly behind the gag. The penis pulls back again and once more rams her wall. And Kari screams, no longer coherent of her own thoughts or the sounds she makes, only aware of the pain.

The creature moves its member rhythmically in the woman’s body, pulling back a few inches and then forcing its head back to the edges of the woman’s walls. Then it pulls out again and repeats. The woman bucks against her restraints, her arm hanging in a weird position, but the creature gives her no mind. Her muddled cries and the squeezing of her hips around its member make it harden more, giving it a more pleasurable feeling. It begins moving faster, pulling back more before ramming her uterine walls again, each thrust bringing more heat to its extremities. Her hips hug its member tightly, helping lubricate the long staff and move it more easily in the small confines.
It begins to pump faster, harder, the woman’s stomach showing an actual impression of its penis as it slams itself inside her. But it doesn’t worry about that, or the blood that is starting to flow down her hips from its vicious assault. It only worries about itself and its own need.
The rhythm increases in tempo and speed until finally it peaks. Unable to suppress its seed any longer the creature fires its hot seed into her body, much of it squeezing out of her hips and sloshing messily out over her leg and the floor below. Her body has tensed, spasming around its thick cock giving it an even greater high, until the last of the thick seed trickles out of its penis. Its great member spits out two more jets of cum before it is spent, the heat draining from it rapidly.
The creature slowly pulls out its penis, having to jerk and twist before wrenching its member out. Its member leans over the woman’s ravaged hips covered in blood and cum, watching as her hips twitch violently spitting out its seed.
It pulls its penis back looking at her hips and thinks that the feeling is too short lived, that it should enjoy itself more. And why shouldn’t we, a voice seems to call within itself.
Watching the woman’s tight body squirm beneath it the creature’s body warms again. This time it pulls out two smaller members from its slimy body directing them back to the ravaged hips. After all, it didn’t want to destroy her just yet. She should last for some good time before it needs to find another suitable host.
Both penis press against her hips opening, pushing their heads into her. Thinner and smaller these should give it more pleasure and space to work with. And it feels a type of warm feeling spread into it. Something like “joy” the voices say it’s called. Yes, more joy as both penis now enter into that tight body, sliding easily. They reach the end of her uterus and begin their push once more...


She’d thought it was over. Thought it would end when its thick cum had spilled into her cunt, overflowing with the thick vile liquid. But it wasn’t. Far from it. As her body had been twitching, her mind going into a short seizure, her body spitting the foul liquid out, the creature had brought out two smaller dicks and slid them into her quivering pussy.
The two slid in and out while her eyes rolled in the back of her head, the shock running through her system before her mind came back into itself. She feels them now, the two cocks twisting like snakes in her womb, smacking against the uterine walls faster and harder then the previous ones. She moans. Sobbing quietly, feeling these two ram again and again into her body.

The creature rams her body, but its feelings seem to dull within itself, the comfort of her body not the same. It has gorged itself too greatly on her. Or has it gorged not enough?
The voices begin to bicker, their feelings warming it differently, ramming her harder and more thickly with greater force, her body bucking involuntarily to its angered will. The girl moans under the duress, something warm and hot leaking onto it tentacles in her hips and something leaking from her lips. It stops its assault, letting go of her body, dropping it onto the hard floor below.
She lies on the floor, panting heavily. Her chest heaving, but it isn’t done. The thin tentacles haven’t had a proper share of her. It grabs her leg, turning her body over, and with another tendril grips her opposing limb and spreads her hips wide. She moans under the duress but makes no other sound. The two tendrils slide in, bucking and slapping against her uterine walls. The woman groans, moaning as both its tendrils slap at her insides.
It focuses on her vagina, the walls coming wet and sticky with blood and cum, the sound slapping again and again against her labia. The creature smiled within itself when it looked up her body and noticed her bouncing flesh. The two globes of round flesh pressed tightly against the red skin, darkly red and wet with her two nipples hard, protruding against the skin.
The creature feels itself growing warm, slowing the beating of tentacles against the woman’s hips as three more tentacles sprout from its body and move slowly towards those heaving mounds of flesh....


Kari breathes softly, her breathes coming out in rhythmic huffs. Her pelvis burns with fire, the constant thrust of the tendrils sending shafts of pain through her body. Her eyes roll back into her head, the noises barely audible to her with the low rumblings of the monster above her.
Something flicks her left nipple. She blinks. Then something grips her nub, something soft and warm, nipping at her nipple and pulling at it. Kari arches her back, letting out a moan. Her nipple is released with a pop. She lets out a gasp, her mouth opening wide.
The small mouth returns to her hardening breast. It sucks and nips at her nipple, giving it sharp tugs. She feels another wiry body wrap around her right breast, curling around the orb and squeezing tight, flexing and going limp then flexing once more, squeezing at her breast while her nipple goes hard from the fear.
Her eyes flutter, her mind returning slowly with the constant touching of her body. She lets out a long groan, then both tendrils disappear suddenly. She lays back down and sighs.
Something wet laps over her left breast, warm and hot and heavy. It runs its length over her breast, slowly, pushing at it, feeling every curve crease of her while she felt each pore and piece of slickness with it.
Kari turns her head, looking at the organ and tries futilely to push at the organ. She lets out a loud cry, having forgotten that her arm had been dislocated until her body reminds her. A spear of pain shoot up her arm reminding her. She lets out a sharp cry and the massive tongue pulls back, the thrusting tentacles in her cunt stopping momentarily.
Her cries scare it, she realizes. She opens her mouth to scream again when something warm and wet forces its way past her lips muffling her scream.

The creature pulls back, hearing the woman’s scream. A sharp shrill noise that rang across its skin. It doesn’t like the sound. Voices, memories, push at the edges of its mind, saying things like dislocated arm, broken arm, pain...
It then realizes what caused the sound. The reddening flesh of the woman’s shoulder where the arm angled oddly. That caused the sound. It backs away temporarily. It likes the taste of her, but not that noise.
It notices her open her mouth, preparing to scream once more and reacts instinctively, thinning out its tongue and jamming it into her jaw. The taste is not quite the same. Different without the salt, but she has a pinkish member of her own within her mouth, with its pores and rivets, and the creature plays with this. It feels the sharp bony protrusions she has along her jaw, her teeth and presses deep into her jaw trying to squeeze through her tight hole.

Kari tries to push the tongue back, push it out with her good arm, but the most she can do is simply hold it, feel it slide wetly like a slug between her fingers. She gags against that thick pink flesh, coughing against it as it tries to force its way down her esophagus.
She lets the tears run down her cheeks feeling that tongue ram itself down her throat almost as it in itself were a thick hard cock and her mouth just another hole to put it in. This while she can still feel its tendrils pumping in and out of her abused pussy. She feels herself unable to breathe properly but the creature does not seem to care.
Suddenly she feels her body jerked, dragged across the ground rapidly and her buttocks suddenly lifted into the air. The tendrils have stopped working rapidly within her, but the pressure of the tongue still presses deep into her.
She watches as another thin long tendril winds itself out of the creature’s body and slips towards her vagina fitting itself between the two tendrils. They push at her cervical walls, accommodating the third much larger tendril. As soon as it hits her uterine wall it begins its thrusting once more, the three working in tandem with one another.
She groans against the tendril, her hand simply holding the member weakly in her mouth as the creature continues its assault. When will it be satisfied?


The third tendril thrust in her body tightly between the other two. Twice as thick as they and accompanied by their assault. Kari groans, tears flowing from her eyes.
Though individually smaller then the original tendril that penetrated her with all three together, each moving violently through her vagina, the fit is tighter and rougher then the larger tentacle. Kari sobs, her chest heaving, the tears flowing quickly now.

The creature hears her whimpers and becomes more incensed, enjoying the sounds of struggle and weakness from its hapless prey. “The bitch had it coming,” the voices say. “Yeah, give it to her!”
The creature squirms under the weight of its voices, their commands throwing deeper into its drive to penetrate and assault. It is driven to a frenzy, its speed becoming faster and greater. The woman shrieks against its tongue, the shrill coming out as a strange wail against its flesh, her back arching, those large breast heaving.
At once it lets loose, a great spray of fluid flying from its center tendril, spilling into her already tight fitting womb. She lets out a scream that cuts into several smaller ones as the spray slaps her uterine wall and pushes outwards, straining her walls.
Its thick tendril pushes out of her body, allowing the thick spray of cum to splash outwards. The tendril shoots out another line of flesh from its center, hitting the woman’s vagina in the middle of its spray, ram rodding itself through and slamming into the edge of her uterine wall. She bucks and the creature begins the thrust again, the three tendrils bucking against her walls as her body oozes out the thick sprays of semen from its abused flesh, blood oozing from sores and lacerations caused from this assault.
It removes its tongue from her mouth feeling her whimpers subsiding, her broken arm falling to the side as she succumbs to the assault, quiet grunts replacing her screams of agony.
The second skin from the woman’s body begins to slip over her pale skin, the globes of flesh tantalizingly exposing themselves to the creature. Its tendrils twitch, its eyes blinking and swerving on their thin stalks. Its mouths gibber with sounds. It would like to take that flesh and grip it hard, grip it in a way that it can not with its tendrils.
A large and thick tendril begins to form slowly from its backside layers peeling away from it and wrapping around it like vines...

The pain she’d felt at that moment, when the monster had come again with that thick tendril, the other two making it nearly unbearably tight had almost pushed her body over the edge. She’d actually felt her womb beginning to tear when the tendril ripped its way out of her.
For her safety perhaps?
Then a thinner one had nearly rammed its head through her walls and she felt something split there. Wounds scream with the burning sensation from the semen filling sensitive cuts and rough tendrils rubbing them raw. Her lower body is a wall of fire, a fire that is swallowing the rest of her.
It feels too much. She starts sobbing, the tears flowing evenly. It would have been easier, less painful, if the thing had just killed her. Like this... it’s just a slower process. One where she is humiliated and slowly torn from the inside out.
She feels no relief at the withdrawal of its thick tongue allowing her to breathe evenly. The tendrils aren’t withdrawing, its wet cum drips down her legs mixed with her blood running down her back. Her body is slowly being degraded and sullied this way.
She sighs breathing sobs and only glances at the long tentacle as it goes beneath her red tang top and begins to pull and tear open her shirt...

The creature stares at her great globes of flesh, so fresh and round, gleaming with sweat. It moves its hooked tendril beneath the opening of the false skin, gripping the side and pulls. The false flesh tears away easily, more easily then the harder skin on the woman’s hips.
The woman herself, it notes, stays dormant. Her eyes now vacant. What concern is it. She is better quiet anyways. All it wants is her body, not her voice. And as the large globes of pale flesh with their pink ends are revealed to the light its body warms. Who cares if she quiets down. Fuck her!
All it wants is that warm, succulent body. Those taught ends of flesh strike at the sky, rising and falling like small mountains. It wants to suck them and it wants to grab them. With what?
A memory arises... of something with digits and large, for gripping things. It looks at the woman’s arms, looking towards the ends. Ah yes, “hands” the voices say. It wants hands. The thickened tendril at its center completes itself, the idea now allowing its body to adapt. The tendril splits into three parts, shifting tendrils with hooks at the end taking the place of hands.
This tendril twist forward and grips one of those large orbs, squeezing tightly, crushing. That tit shoots upwards like a thin spike and inside it smiles. The woman arches her back, letting out a louder groan.
Its smile grows wider. So the woman can still make noise. Good. Good. But it thinks to itself, didn’t those sounds annoy it earlier. It does not matter. She shall make noise, benefit it. It gives her breast one good squeeze hearing her let out a gasp. Yes, she shall still be very enjoyable.

Kari groans, feeling the thing playing with her breast, thick claws kneading and pulling at her large globes. Her nipples are hard and taught from the fear and the creature’s gibbering mouths quickly take advantage suckling on them, pulling them with sharp teeth she had not earlier seen.
She groans, her cries becoming strange noises in her own throat. How long has it been now? How many times will it do this?
She is suddenly jerked from the floor and lets out a scream, feeling her body ripped from the ground by those hands pulling at her flesh, that hard dick becoming harder within her cunt. She feels the three seeming to grow solid as one, and bigger and thick. She can’t take this! She can’t!

The creature holds her from her soft breast, squeezing them in its tight grip while it bucks, she is screaming loudly, flailing about. It can feel her as she struggles to maintain her balance midair, sees the swelling, purpling red on her abdomen...
It bucks quickly, but her screams are becoming too much. The blood is becoming too much. Some voices continue, fuck her! Fuck her until she’s dead! But many have quieted down.
It throws her to the floor, dribble falling from its tip. She spasms on the floor, her mind seeming to fade as her eyes roll into her head.
It will wait. It is patient. It can wait....

The air is chill and cold in here. It slaps at her boiling skin giving it some respite. She wishes for some water, all she gets is those rough tendrils ramrodding themselves down her throat and the hot thick spray of cum going down it. As soon as one leaves her mouth another replaces it. With the same force, the same speed.
Her breast are kneaded and squeezed, pulled and crushed. Her nipples bitten and tugged at. Each breast now bares rough red lines coming across it, marking where those nails have moved down roughly, or where teeth have bitten. Those sickly hands and tentacles now pull at her breast, moving them to and fro.
Her anus, so tight it can barely hold a single tendril screams with a fire as three different tentacles thrust up into it, up and down. She can feel a fourth nudging the ends of her hole there and shuts her eyes. The three thin out and withdraw, only long ends still in, spreading her aching hole wide while the thick penis scrunches its way in, crunching and thrusting until it squeezes its large mass inside. She lets out a scream against those tentacles in her mouth, her back arching a moment and then the thing shoves its way upwards and begins rhythmically slamming her anus. Her round hips make wet slapping noises against the rod, bouncing up and down violently, the blood flowing freely from it.
She shuts her eyes. Her final hole, the first, her cunt... she can’t feel it anymore. It’s constant fire eventually succumbed to a type of numbness of sensation. She knows it’s bleeding and draining more blood on the floor, but she can’t feel it anymore. She can’t feel down there as two thick penis ram their way through her intestines.
At some point earlier, when that second penis made its way in, her womb tore. But the constant thrust of the two seems to staunch the blood, the cum when hardening forming a kind of seal on her, quick it forms once the penis’ stop thrusting in her for some time. Filled with some healing properties. This is actually the second time her hips have numbed and she’s felt her womb tear.
Her hands themselves are raw. Somewhere along the line the creature had found it could simulate itself against them so now they are raw and red, burning. Everything burns. Even with its healing she’ll die. But so slowly... why can’t it be faster? Why can’t she simply die?
Her whole body feels super heated in this supposedly cool cave. The thick amounts of cum coating her body, don’t help. Her hair, her breast, her face and back... All of it is covered in cum. Thick and sickly. It dribbles down her body while she’s in use and hardens seeping into wounds and shutting them when she’s not. She wants to die... just die. When? When can she die?
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