Ch.1

“That one,” the beast stated aloud as it leveled an appendage in my direction. His words were alien, but the intent was clear. I had been chosen.

Aloud in my own tongue, I begged, “P-please, no!” None listened, none could even understand me in this alien place.

The bars to my cage opened and the chain which held me fast to the wall loosened. The slack was only enough to put my feet to floor and let the horror have his way with my body. Hot mucous coated flesh touched my naked, dirty skin. I shuddered back and away, against the wall, but there was no where to run or hide. His appendages followed,encircled, embraced, explored. This wasn’t new to me any more but that did not make it any easier.

I’d already learned not to kick, learned not to resist. How long had I been here? How long since my home had been raided? How long would I have my flesh defiled and senses revolted?

A rubbery finger both boneless and slippery—invaded. My belly clenched and my knees bent, weak. Up it worked between my dry, filth encrusted folds and into my vaginal passage. I felt my gorge rise along side the goose-flesh and the hair at the back of my neck. Deeper, deeper, they always invaded there first. My sex, once virginal, once clean and well kept; now something I hated, something disgusting and vile.

There was no intent at pleasure in the thing’s touch. I looked down into it’s alien face and saw nothing familiar or recognizable. A trio of lopsided eyes, two to the right, one to the left and slightly below. A ring of teeth, each on a muscular nub circling an orifice at the very top of it’s head. Mucous coated brown skin; wrinkled, spongy, noisy. Every movement it made sounded like a dozen sticky mouths smacking lips. The stench though, how could it be described? Stomach acid and piss mixed with cotton candy came close.

The slimy digit retreated from my torn and gaped cervix. As all the others, it found me lacking in whatever it sought. Blood glistened on that appendage with a smear of my own white mucous. I shuddered in disgust, the pain just a dull ache compared to the revulsion I felt. Soon it would turn away and leave me behind. The cage would shut again, and I would be alone for an eon until the machine decided it was time to feed me. That was what always happened. Shove a finger in me, tear me a little more, humiliate me, then leave.

I sobbed once, helpless to suppress it. I let my head fall back against the cold stone wall behind me, cradled between my helplessly raised arms. I didn’t see when the monster took note, I didn’t notice myself until a trio of appendages pulled my mouth open and invaded. Not a one had ever investigated my digestive tract, top or bottom. They all violated my womanhood and left. This one, this one had other ideas.

With a sticky shuffle My head was dragged forward and down toward it’s face, toward those demented eyes. My jaw was held open,wide enough to make the tendons pop and creek and draw a scream from my raw vocal chords. The middle of the three digits thrust then, as I vocalized. It hit the back of my throat, smeared mucous across my tongue, and poured itself down my throat like a worm down a hole. Sour, sweet, salty, vile and nauseating. My stomach heaved, empty. Then it passed, all the way down to the bottom, all the way to my stomach. I felt it move inside, swish and slosh around and around. Deep discomfort, deep unease, and my gaped jaw strained to near breakage.

The appendage withdrew, violent as a whip lash. My throat was brutalized as my stomach was evacuated. Bile coated and burned,bitterness in the back of my mouth. The monster released me then and spoke to the other, the one with the key. The key wielder turned it in a lock and the chains released. Not simply loosened or lowered, but released. It fell upon me, then down as my arms too dropped, limp and lifeless. The chain clanked and jingled between my feet for a few seconds before my knees gave out entirely.

How long had it been? Too long. I could not stand on my own. Appendages looped under my arms, and I was dragged, bodily from that place. I was torn between relief and terror, to leave that prison at last—and go where?

I cannot easily describe the route we took. There was a beast who carried us, there were what looked like mounds of rotten vegetation and flesh, which turned out to be buildings. There were streets of slippery mud and effluent. There were trees perhaps they might be called, made entirely of writhing fleshy tentacles. Our destination I saw only briefly, another stone building entangled in flesh, brown and blue-gray with no lights to speak of.

I was dumped then, in the dark abyss below the world. The only light a dim ruddy glow from a distant window covered in bars. My chain was reattached to a bolt half submerged in the knee deep muck that filled the room. For me there was no escape from it, I lacked the strength to rise. The whole room reeked of rotten vegetation and alien mucous, and the stench came from the slippery hot muck in which I lay.

I was left alone for a time, and in that time I tried to regain some of my strength. Muscles long unused ached and cramped as I worked them back to life. The warmth of the room was an appreciated change from the chill of my cell. But the dampness I’d gladly exchange again for the dusty dry cold.

It returned at last, and with it came light. The light was hung from a woody vine near the wall, and then it approached. In their grasp was a contraption, like a knotted hairball ripped from a drain intermixed with bits of metal coil. I stared at it with confused interest as the beast raised it above me—when instead I should used caution. Four limbs closed on my face and head, and dragged it below the mud. My mouth was forced open, my jaw strained, again. Effluent poured in along with the digits. I choked my breath off else I’d have drowned! I had not even a chance to struggle.

A bristly loop of metal and fiber was forced between my teeth and twined twice around my head, then neck, and back again to my gaped mouth. Only then did it dawn on me; a ring gag, a monstrous alien ring gag. The fibrous material cushioned the helix of metal against my gums and held it together as it expanded to the back of my throat. The tangles that bound my head and neck, were firmly affixed with a few quick jerks, and then I was allowed to rise above the muck again.

It took a few seconds to regain my breath after coughing the swill free. My composure was not however given a chance to return. A ring gag, why a ring gag? Why my mouth? Why me? What the hell did these monsters want? I looked up again after sputtering the last few drops of green-brown mud from my permanently open mouth. The monster stood over me, cylinder of a body tall and stocky. Fifty or more limbs, each subtly different, each with a unique purpose perhaps. The lower ones stocky, the upper ones thin.

A trio of eyes met my pair. I saw nothing in it’s expression, but it seemed to see something in mine. An appendage rose from the lowest portion of it’s body, thick and lumpy. It gracefully wove itself free from the drape of limbs while others rose to entwine me. I was lifted, just slightly, my head cradled, neck supported. I was drawn in, under, and towards the monster in the cradle of it’s limbs. The large and lumpy limb rose, curved, and aimed toward my open mouth. Three fingers protruded like sausages from the tip, but between them was a glistening wet passage.

I tried to turn my head—but was held fast, and my mouth was as mentioned, locked open by the device. The appendage twitched and swelled before my eyes. A glistening sludge spewed from it, a disconcerting neon blue color. The aim was exact, the stream hit the back of my throat and rapidly filled my gaped maw. It tasted of bile, honey, sewage, and sea water. It was non-Newtonian in texture and as slippery as motor oil. Even without swallowing, it trickled freely down my throat no matter how hard I gagged.

That first pour was all I was given for now. A single throat full. I was held and caressed, rocked and cradled, almost child like, until the last of it had filled my stomach. It was swallow or drown, and even still much of it had made it’s way into my lungs no matter how hard I held them shut. I was afraid, but what did it matter anyway? Perhaps drowning in alien waste was preferable to what they had in store.

It took a long while, but eventually I’d calmed down and my stomach no longer churned. The monster lifted it’s fat appendage again and pressed it to my lips. The three fingers stroked the inside of my cheeks and roof of my mouth a few times as it pushed the fat tip between my teeth. It was soft and squishy, smelled foul and tasted worse, but… but I felt strange. That calm was unnatural, and along with it, a heat radiated from my core, a heat not unlike arousal. I felt a strange bubbly joy just below my breast and wanted to laugh!

The appendage throbbed against my lips and the orifice yawned against my tongue, then another slippery stream of foul blue fluid hit my throat. It was so intense, the flavor, the sensation, the emotions! I was being force fed and I wanted more. My belly bulged, bowels gurgled, gullet gulped, and womb clenched. The second flow tapered off at last and I found myself licking at the opening, desperate. It clenched on my tip as I wriggled it around inside, as I suckled upon the three swollen digits and the fat blunt tentacle. They did not pull away, but remained as I nursed desperately. There we remained, me nestled in the draped tent of their limbs, locked mouth to appendage, until they were ready to feed me again.

Ch.2

It was unending days that I spent in my beloved one’s embrace. So gentle, so caring, and so satisfying. I forgot about home, I forgot about freedom, I forgot about disgust or fear. All that mattered was the writhing limbs that held me, penetrated me, and fed me. Those unending days were an illusion that came to an abrupt end however.

I had been drowsing with phallus in my limp, gaping mouth, blue sludge still flowing down a throat hung limply open and accepting. I woke the moment it was jerked out, and was promptly dropped into the mud without ceremony or consideration. I tried to move, tried to climb back into my beloved one’s embrace, but I was like a turtle on it’s back. I found that my body had become bloated and heavy while limbs had grown soft and weak. My stomach had swelled to nearly three times it’s original girth, and jiggled constantly with every movement. In the mud I was helpless. I couldn’t roll over, I couldn’t sit up, and my beloved had abandoned me to meet someone at the door.

They closed and tangled, like a hundred limb hug. They squished and schlorped against one another for a few minutes while I struggled to watch. When they parted again—mostly—they closed on me and I was rolled over on my belly, a somewhat more comfortable position. I breathed easier, literally, my bloated body made it difficult to get air upon my back. My head was raised up and brought under the newcomer, between the drapes of their limbs to meet with the underside of their oblong torso.

I’d never witnessed one of the monsters from this angle, never seen the concentric circles of wrinkled flesh that surrounded their back end. That flesh bulged, mucous strands popped and splattered across my face, goopy drops rained into my open mouth. The bulge distended, the pucker gaped, and neon blue mucous began to drizzle freely from within. I shifted my head to catch it, delighted, and found the flavor subtly different, with a watery texture instead of non-Newtonian sludge.

Before my eyes, a single tapered tendril emerged from within. It was like a pitcher mouth, tapered to a point at one end, curved and lip like at the other. It glistened dimly, drenched in creamy blue, and drooled a pearly white mucous from within it’s throat. I raised my head to meet it, welcome it, to nuzzle my face into the wrinkled pucker and envelop that flared orifice. There were no thoughts in my mind but for eagerness and desire.

The tip flared further, swelled, and emerged. Above and around me the newcomer’s limbs wove clotted strands of mucous over my head and shoulders, spun like damp spiderwebs by thin limbs. My beloved pressed against the other and myself, a tangle of limbs forming an exotic threesome. It’s fat spire nestled between my atrophied legs and began explore at my forgotten vulva. My weak legs parted, my back tried to arch, and three slippery digits pushed their way into my sopping wet folds, and into a uterus undefended by any functional cervix.

I was explored inside and out, a million little touches, a billion intense, ticklish, pleasurable, even painful sensations. My mind could not cope with the over-stimulation, my body was wracked within voluntary convulsions. My mouth had seen an eon of continuous use,not once had my jaw been released from the contraption, not once had my lips closed. Now it was the rest of my body, the rest of my orifices. Vaginal muscles clenched limply, anus twitched, urethra fluttered a squeeze—all three penetrated and filled. My eyes, nose, ears, even navel too—were invaded. Every inch of exposed flesh was caressed, every sensitive nerve ending teased.

The knotted tangle of slime grew thick over my body as I laid there under the two aliens. Between my lips and across my tongue that flared tip progressed at a glacial pace, and behind it slithered a ribbed tentacle of flesh and cartage. I suckled at it eagerly, the intense messy flavor of it alone had my hair on end and skin crawling! I pressed my face harder into the alien’s rear end, nuzzled my gaping maw inside the wrinkled passage, and swallowed the sloppy fluids that oozed free. I wanted it as much as air, water, and love. I wanted to bathe in my lover’s lusty hole, drown in it,lose myself in it. Every wet touch, every organic taste, every sputtered sound, every moist gush; it had my toes curling and heart thudding.

The appendage hit the back of my throat and continued down. Nothing had done that since my final day in the cage. I gagged involuntarily and felt immediately guilty. It took all my effort not to heave as it worked it’s way back and forth, twisted, and thrust. Between my lips the hard flesh thrashed and swiveled. My tongue was battered aside, my mouth bruised, and my throat strained. The flare, as mentioned, was tapered to a point, and that point thrust against my spasming muscles and worked it’s way down. Even if I had wanted to resist, there was no resistance possible against that incredibly strong and violent… rape.

I’d forgotten that word, rape. I’d forgotten nearly all words for that matter. But in that moment, the word came to me. Rape. I was a willing accomplice in my own brutal rape. My throat hurt, my bowels ached. Nausea came in futile waves, and between my legs that flabby piston of flesh pounded against the back of my uterus, through my ragged, torn cervix, and gaping, mud packed vagina, limp sphincter, bowels, and flaccid bladder. When had my cervix torn? When had I surrendered to such depraved and horrible destruction of my own flesh? It was a brief moment of clarity before my orgasm swelled, and involuntarily—I swallowed.

That was all it took, a helpless little swallow, and the flare surged down my gullet, into my stomach, and my mouth was packed solid with hot, pulsating flesh. That clarity remained for a short window, I bore witness to the horrible violations in which I had succumbed. I could feel the tentacle in my guts I lost the ability to think, lost words, lost time. The violent thrusts between my folds was enough to draw every last tattered thread of my attention as my walls fluttered and spasmed, my bladder let go, and a beautiful shimmering climax tore sanity from me.

In that beautiful, crystal clear moment of perfect bliss, the old self, the forgotten self; she evaporated. A million intimate touches,a thousand incredible sensations, flavors, scents, and sounds—baptized me into a new glorious understanding. I no longer cared about the devastation I’d undergone; it hadn’t hurt, it hadn’t traumatized me. I no longer worried about my future; they would care for me, they would feed and groom me, they would take care of my every need. All I wanted, was for this moment to never end, for my beloved one to pleasure me until my flesh failed. And then, the swell of orgasmic pleasure and perverse joy gave way to reality.

My throat hurt, fucking hell did it hurt. I couldn’t breathe either. My diaphragm strained and lungs pulled, but nothing passed the bulge in my neck. I didn’t remember swallowing anything so large, I didn’t remember much of anything in fact… then there was a violent twitch from lips to bowels and the lump in my throat moved lower, down past my tonsils. Another one, and it sank another inch. Between my lips and against my tongue, hot flesh swelled and gurgled, then sloshed as the lump slid down more. There was an agonizing pain as skin split somewhere near my larynx. I strained against what held me, but nothing moved, my entire body was enveloped and trapped in hardening mucous.

Another slosh, gurgle, sputter, and the flesh in my mouth twitched, then the lump sank further. I was so desperate, I could see sparks in the darkness before my eyes, and the pain in my throat was even worse as flesh continued to split. Once more the alien strained, wet feculent sounds all about me, then with a slosh the lump sank again and at last breath came, albeit along side the bloated and swollen sausage that the tentacle had become.

Trapped and helpless again, immobile. I could do nothing but endure the eon it took for that lump to pass into my belly. My whole chest burned, my throat ached, and blood stained the back of my tongue. But at last the beast gave one final exhaustive heave, and the lump was expelled against the pit of my bowels, like a rock, followed by the near gallon of slimy fluid that had force-fed it into me. Then, it withdrew with a sloppy wet gush, light returned to my clouded vision, and the tentacle left my gaped mouth with a audible slap. A second later I belched, the fumes rancid and overwhelming, and ended with a fountain of ejaculate vomited back up at high pressure—straight up. The feculent mess rained back down on me, hot and damp, and seeped between the rubbery mass that held me trapped.

As I struggled for breath between mute sobs, I heard the two of them come together. I could not turn my head to watch, entrapped as I was, and eyes glued shut, but I could hear them well. Wet sounds, sticky caresses, a tangle of limbs. I could imagine it, but my entire body was cemented in place, belly down in mud, back arched, head upturned, and genitals exposed just below the muck but uncovered by the knotted tangle of hardened mucous. I was in a cocoon, bent to an uncomfortable angle, and frozen that way. My arms were glued to my chest, my knees tucked along side my belly, trapped. As the predicament sank into my clear thoughts, I realized that I was alone.

I woke to the intimate caress of my beloved. For a moment I forgot everything but the intensely pleasurable sensation as I was penetrated. My sloppy folds parted in the mud, the tentacle sank deep and forced the mess inside. Slippery, slimy, pleasurable. I came for them, came hard, and strained against the rigid mesh that embraced me. It creaked, it cracked, but it did not give.

My passage evacuated, the filthy tentacle then rose above me, just a faint blur in the light before it nestled between my open lips and stroked. I tasted mud, piss, my own sexual excretions, and the alien’s unique flavors. I knew it by taste, recognized it intimately, and my mouth watered. I slipped my tongue inside the opening and lapped at the blue fluids that began to flow. All my aches and pains faded as my belly filled. Every worry vanished, every concern was moot. I was exactly where I was meant to be, exactly where I wanted to be. I drank and was satisfied. A cow, fatted and docile.

We were not alone. I discovered this only after my beloved withdrew from my lips. Another alien settled itself over my face, nestled my open mouth into it’s sticky, messy passage, and exposed me to it’s flared and pointed orifice. I, still lost in the clouds of my beloved one’s blue gift, welcomed the appendage with joy. I licked and sucked, moaned and purred, until the moment that the monster awoke from dormancy, and speared my throat. I silently screamed, as half healed rips were re-torn, then my exhalations were drowned as the spire sank down my throat and invaded my core.

It was the same as the day before. Swollen flesh grew, the lump emerged to pass between my lips, and my throat was destroyed anew as it was fed to my bowels. It felt like hours, and all I could hear was the gurgle and slosh of my rapist’s organs, all I could feel was the pain in my throat, and the restrictive cocoon growing with dull wet caresses. Cracks were patched over, weak spots thickened, and my body affixed ever firmer to the muddy floor.

Ch.3

Each day was the same. My beloved would pleasure me, feed me, then allow another to use me. It seemed to be my purpose. My body itched and ached head to toe, but no itch could be scratched, no strain could be massaged. Cramps were constant, muscles tore themselves apart, joints seized and slipped, my spine slipped disk after disk. I was misery and suffering every minute of every hour that my beloved did not feed me, and the euphoria grew shorter and shorter with each session, as I grew more and more addicted and desensitized to the drugging.

Eggs of course, that’s what they fed me, eggs. It took my foggy thoughts the longest time to understand. My beloved ejaculated his semen down my throat until my very flesh was fully saturated with his sperm. The others who came, his women perhaps, or something even more alien? They came and laid their eggs in their nest, me. He had chosen me, chosen me to be his nest. How many hundreds had passed me by, how many had torn at my poor vagina, ripped my cervix open in search of a good nest? I wanted to laugh and weep in the same breath.

The egg layers came less frequently, and I felt I understood why. There was no room in my bloated bowels for much more. The last egg, I’d coughed it back up weakly, only hours after it had been laid. In my position, it remained trapped between my teeth until morning. Rough textured, something like a rubber-band ball filled with knots. It flexed against my tongue, but did not give way. When he came, he plucked the vomited egg from my lips, and gifted me with my morning meal. He made it so all was right in the world. My purpose, my satisfaction.

Months passed before the first hatched, and I didn’t realize it even then. There was pain, somewhere around my pelvis, that’s all I knew at first, one pain amongst a cacophony of agony. It started late in the evening and grew worse and worse throughout the night until near morning I heard a sick crack and the pain spiked. My pelvic bone broke under some foreign pressure. Another pain began in mid back shortly thereafter.

He came then, while I whimpered and shivered in my bio-cement prison. The pain in my lower back had grown worse, until I felt like I might split in two. He didn’t notice nor seem to care. My vagina was penetrated, aggressive and powerful thrusts that drove me wild—usually. Instead, my pelvis shifted with each slam of his spire, bone ground on bone audibly, and the pain blanked every thought from my mind.

My mouth full with ejaculate by the time I recovered enough to think, enough to swallow. He’d finished with my genitals and began to feed me as usual, none the wiser, or not caring for what state I was in. The back pain was worse, a great pressure just above my tail bone. Then, while I swallowed his slippery seminal sludge, my back popped with a sensation like lightning. I lost feeling in my legs immediately, but that did not dull the pain in my spine or pelvis. He left me in that state, unaware or unconcerned.

Another egg hatched in the night, I felt it move just under my ribs. It didn’t crack, or break open, but it felt like it spread,unwound, and unraveled. I felt it burrow through flesh, a thin tendril that wormed it’s way around my ribs and up into my right breast. Another spread downward, toward my bowels and numb legs. A third wriggled and twitched under the skin until at last it tore free. I could hear the cocoon crack and pop all through the night as the tendril wove it’s way out.

It was that emerged strand that my beloved found come morning. I woke when I felt him touch it, it felt as if he was caressing my nipple. Literally, I felt my nipple tighten, and the tendril curled. While I’d slept, another had begun to unwind through my bowels, and the one that had ruined my pelvis, had continued out through my lower back, and into the muck below. He found it when he tried to mount my sex, it was in the way. Still, I was fucked, fed, then left alone as egg by egg, my body came alive with writhing vines.

Ch.4

I cannot aptly describe what it was like to—become. A tree is born from a seed, in darkness, it cracks it’s shell and thrusts green shoots toward the sun. I was born of a thousand seeds, and I was the shell cracked and cracked and cracked until there was nothing left but shoot and stem. My beloved, my gardener, he guided my growth, pruned errant stems, and watered me from his loins every morning.

There was yet a mouth in the brier patch. A hungry, thirsty, and savage maw awaiting her beloved. There was a tongue in that mouth, stiff with roots, yet still capable of reaching out to meet her sire’s sap. There was still a throat, eager to swallow. There was still a mind, simple, forgotten, forgetful, and hungry.

I however, was more than that mind could have ever been. My roots delved into the crust of the earth. My branches stretched for the sky. My limbs met others, like me, aliens who’d been planted upon this garden world, in pain, in dark, in the mud, who’d been watered, tended to, and loved. I shared their thoughts, experienced their pleasures, and had no secret, no intimacy withheld from them.

When autumn came, I bloomed. Around me a million others bloomed as well. The wind carried their scents to my nose, their fertile pollen to my overactive ovaries, and left me for weeks in a single incredible orgasm. Every root, twig, bud, and vine trembled day and night I spent silently screaming with pleasure. All around me, every neighbor shared in that ecstasy and compounded it with their own. We were a community of pleasure and joy.

When at last the fever ended and the pollen cleared from the wind, I came back to myself to discover a hundred fruits budding upon my vines. I felt so heavy, so exhausted, so drained. My beloved fed me still, pleasured me, cared for me, but as winter closed, I sank into a dream filled sleep, shared with those of whom I’d connected with.

In spring, I woke to an ache of joy. I felt so exhausted, weak, and ravished. The mud turned dry and hard around my roots as I drank my fill. The soil bleached as I drew nutrients in, my leaves unfurled to the sun once more, and then… and then my fruits split. Within each fruit was a dozen children, wormy little things with dozens of tentacles. They fell from their fruit-wombs and found welcoming arms below. Twenty found welcome in my beloved‘s arms, while the rest found other homes.

I fell to sleep that night with a whole swarm of children nested in amongst my roots. I felt new urges, new desires, and joy I’d never before imagined. I had become a mother, I had become a shelter,I had found a home. Somewhere in the tangle of roots and vines, a stiff mouth smiled around a contraption of rusted metal and rotted fiber, then her lips closed at last, satiated.

End

02/12/2019

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