Frankie

I almost made it, another second and the airlock would have closed. I would have been safe and sound inside the ship, away from this hellish world. I didn’t though, I didn’t make it. As my hand rushed toward the emergency lock button I felt a writhing limb coil about my ankle and drag me away. I scrabbled and clawed at the textured decking but there was no purchase to be had. The strong tentacle dragged me straight out the belly of my ship and back into the muddy world I so desperately wanted to escape.

Above me the ladder retracted back into the vehicle, the airlock began to close, the engines began to spark and hiss. I struggled against my captor, twisted and punched, but it did no good. Another tentacle entwined my throat, a third encircled my waist then slipped between my thighs and back around. Purple flesh, muscular, veined, spongy against my fists, but strong as steel.

My armor creaked under the monster’s intense grip. Above me the engines chuffed twice, then roared. Super heated steam blasted across the monster and I, but the struggle did not end there. My suit blared heat warnings, damage indicators flashed. I could see nothing through the exhaust vapor left behind but the limbs that had entwined me and were dragging me away, back toward the bog. They had left without me.

I gave up at last, the fight gone. There was no safe place in this world, no hope or chance. Marooned upon a hell world and in the grips of something vile. I had no idea what it was, no one did. We’d done a few short scans, and taken a few samples, but the moment we’d stepped away from the ship, it had attacked. Jem got away, Donna had already vanished, and I’d gone to look for her.

My armor groaned, more damage warnings sprang up. My legs dragged through muck and rotted organic matter, a litter of corpses of things yet unclassified. Another dozen meters and I was dragged down toward the moist maw of the beast. A hundred purple limbs spanned a square kilometer, fanned out from that gullet. Four moist lips, overlapped and swollen, formed a diamond shape. They yawned before me, and inside I witnessed a million glassy teeth jutting at all angles. As I hung for a brief moment over that living pit, and stared, I watched the throat ripple and the teeth roll like a field of deadly wheat in the wind. There was no climbing back out from that.

They did not drop me, instead I was thrown head first down into that maw. The lips gaped wide once, then closed behind me. I crashed and tumbled against those teeth. It swallowed and alarm klaxons sounded within my helmet. Twenty punctures straight through solid armor. Blood leaked from half that many wounds, but none deep enough to be fatal. Atmosphere rushed in though and I was given my first disgusting lung full of alien air. Barely breathable, just enough oxygen, far too much carbon dioxide, one hundred percent humidity.

It swallowed again, and I screamed as my legs were shredded. The throat simply closed on them at the knee, and I dangled over a dark pit from my own ruined flesh. My suit pumped me full of antibiotics, pain killers, and other compounds to save my life. I laughed a manic, futile laugh.

A new swarm tentacles rose from the depths below me. One caught me by the throat, another under the arm. I felt them hug tight, then they jerked down. Bone popped, joints of metal and flesh tore, my right femur snapped in half and that leg tore from the armored suit like crab meat from it’s shell. My other leg held tight for a moment as they tugged. I writhed in desperate horror, eyes wide, mouth agape, not a sound made. Tendons began to pop and tear, muscle started to give way, then my pelvic socket cracked and the ball slipped from it’s cup with a sick suck and clunk, then the entire waist of my armor and that leg were stripped from me.

I fell face first into the abyss, only half a leg remaining, the other leg uprooted at the hip. The trauma was so extreme, so mind shattering, I wasn’t sure whether I was still alive. The blaring of my suit alarms though suggested one way more than another. I regretted that fact. Worse so when they began to strip my suit away, plate by plate, layer by layer. All I could do was weep.

At last they removed my helmet. Soggy flesh squirmed and writhed over my body, probed, explored, and penetrated. My wounds were invaded, my sex, my anus. A vine like limb writhed under the skin of my back, penetrating just above my tail bone where I’d been stabbed. Another wormed its way up the artery in my missing leg. Then the first one met my mouth. It was tubular; hollow inside and slimy muscle outside. The powerful appendage forced my jaw open and thrust it’s way to the back of my throat. I gagged immediately upon the feculent sweet and disgustingly sour flavors that coated my tongue but couldn’t even vomit as the thing rammed down my throat, toward my stomach.

What purpose did it serve? I couldn’t grasp the reason behind it. Was I its meal? Was it curious? It wanted inside of me, that was clear, deep inside of me. The tentacle in my ass squirmed back and forth as it wormed its way up, through my colon, and into my large intestine. The one in my sex had no where to go, but continued to try and try. My throat was filled to the brink, my stomach ached, my body was on fire even through the narcotics, and my lungs burned for air. I would die quickly I hoped.

The two in my aft began to swell. They puffed and throbbed, larger and larger. My bowels ached first and it felt like I had to shit so bad… until the pressure built into pain, and something tore. My vagina was next, the tentacle doubled over within, folded up, but the length of it just within swelled and swelled until I felt like my pelvis would snap.

My jaw ached already, held wide around the thick trunk of invasive flesh, but that was nothing in comparison as it too began to swell, just behind my teeth. My tongue was flattened, my throat gaped, and then with a sound most horrifying, my jaw popped free and tendons snapped. All three tugged at once, a test I suspected. I felt them move through my insides, swishing and writhing. I was plugged end to end, but I did not yet black out.

There passed a few seconds of horrible stillness, nothing to distract me from the ruin of my flesh. Those seconds ended as all the tentacles pulsed in unison, even the ones pushed up arteries or through rents in my skin… they pulsed, then evacuated something into me. I felt it pool within, wet and sticky. Some sort of ejaculation? A second volley followed, my stomach gurgled and swelled. A third. Each rush was larger than the previous. The fourth arrived and I felt my intestines rupture. The slurry poured into my body cavity and my stomach rounded. The fifth, my vagina too gave way, muscles tore, membranes split, and thick wet something rolled through my organs.

A sixth, seventh, and eight issuance followed. In my blood stream, under my skin, in my orifices, around my organs. I was saturated, invaded, and defiled. Then all at once the ballooned lengths deflated with a watery gurgle and the limbs tore free of me. I fell limply, butt first into the pool of mucous below. Tentacles writhed around and under me, but they did not invade. I lay there, stunned, and took a single desperate breath before the overpressure in my stomach peaked and…

Worms. Worms filled my throat and mouth. I vomited them up by the hundreds before I could take another breath. Each as thick as my pinkie, as long as my fore arm, and as soft as jello. They tried to crawl back down my throat, or up into my sinuses. I tore them from my face with horror, but the gesture was futile. They were under my skin, filled my bowels, saturated me end to end. Worse, I could feel them now, not just the wet slurry that’d been unloaded into me, but the individual worms themselves squirming inside. I began to scream. Not a scream of pain, not a terrified scream, it was a scream of existential rejection.

It had taken maybe a minute, maybe five on the outside since the ship had departed. Another minute passed as I screamed myself hoarse. Then the worms began to burrow and feed. So many of them at once, spread so deeply through my flesh. Another minute passed as I was hollowed out. I could feel myself destroyed bit by bit, second by second. The sensation of my stomach growing slack, skin drooping against ribs and pelvis. I didn’t experience much more as they burrowed through the back of my throat, sinuses, and eyes. I’d stopped screaming aloud, but inside the scream continued on and on into darkness.

Donna

How long had it been? My hips rose and fell, rose and fell, helpless under the regular undulations of my alien rapists. That thick, tapered spire stabbed over and over through my tattered vulva. The sharp, horn like protrusions that ringed it, caught and scraped over muscle and bone. Each thrust ended in ejaculation. A thick, lumpy orange sludge. I’d stopped bleeding days ago, the sludge coated my flesh, packed my wounds, clung to my bloated insides.

I turned my head and coughed, then threw up. A tangle of orange worms and clotted blood spilled onto the stone floor of the cave. Sun shone through a crack, and bathed them in light. They glistened like golden flame as they squirmed away. My lover rapist his leave, but I did not move. I could not move. My hips rose and fell, involuntary and helpless below the massive swell of my bloated gut. I had to be five hundred kilos by now. The mass of life writhed, my hips rose, my hips fell, rose and fell.

A male came and pressed his sticky vent against my gaping wound. I trembled briefly before the hot wet rush poured in with a sound like diarrhea being voided. It clung to the orange sludge, wet and runny, saturated it. The sour stench burned my eyes as it wafted up from him. He clenched and ejaculated again, overflowed my upturned rear, and the milky yellow froth spilled over my engorged stomach and between my lumpy breasts. A third evacuation followed, then he left me alone again.

My skin itched where frothy sperm dried upon it. My numb wound of a sex drained slowly into my body. An hour passed, and I began to feel the larvae hatch and burrow in to my flesh. Another hour, maybe longer, and I was vomiting up the next tangled wad newborn worms. She returned then to deposit another womb full of lumpy orange and perpetuate the cycle. I quietly wept as my hips rose and fell.

Jem

In the safe vacuum of space I hung weightless. Below me the mudball of a world drifted past as my chest rose and fell in rapid exhalations. I tried to control my breathing, to bring my heart rate down, but I still saw Frankie’s eyes as she was dragged from the air lock. She was dead, Donna too, they had to be!

My gorge rose and I kicked away from the view screen, then spiraled through the ship. I reached the head just in time and planted my face into the vacuum receptacle. I heaved and heaved until my guts were empty, then continued to heave for a while yet. I should have saved Frankie, instead I had incinerated her!

There was a breathy rattle behind me, something simply wrong sounding, like a purr from a reptilian throat or a dead laugh. I spun around and caught myself upon the walls of the head. I’d left the door open, and beyond it was a nightmare. Slimy purple skin stretched over taut muscle, six predatory eyes, all fixed upon me. It launched itself forward, through the open door, and pinned me against the toilet. Eight limbs, it had eight limbs, but not like a spider, four legs and four arms.

Those legs caged me as the monster took his place. Those arms grappled me and held me pinned. His face twisted and turned one way and another as he looked me over. Those eyes swiveled independently, observed his surroundings, himself, and me all at once. Then his claws curled into my clothes and began to gently pluck it away. The zipper tore without fuss, the belt he couldn’t manage. Bared breasts heaved as I stared into his inhuman face. He looked intelligent, a malignant intelligence, a predatory intelligence.

He gave up on my belt and simply tore the crotch from my jump suit. Vulva exposed, his head dipped between my wide held thighs to inspect. More cloth tore, my ass freed. Then I felt his tongue, cold and wet, slip between my cheeks and nudge at my sphincter. I whimpered and squirmed in his grasp. Was he about to eat me?

His tongue retreated, then darted out again and sank between the folds of my sex, into my vagina, all the way to my cervix, like a bolt of lighting. I arched my back and gasped. He retracted almost at once and raised his head up again until he was face to face with me. Nostrils flared under each eye, breath chuffed, a sour reek filled my nose. Then his vertical mouth opened again, split his face slightly, and his proboscis like tongue darted out and pushed between my parted lips. It was round, straw like, with a upward curving flat head. It was also coated in bright purple fluid that spilled into my mouth and filled my senses with a putrid sweet and sour flavor.

His tongue dipped back toward my throat, then retreated, then down again. I gagged, heaved, but my stomach was empty. He retreated, then darted again, and again. I could have bit down, but what might he have done then? I could have struggled, but he was so very strong, and so very fast. His tongue dipped down again, and this time sank between my tonsils and wriggled past my wind pipe. There he stopped, tongue in my throat, my lips buried in his alien face, the strangest french kiss imaginable.

He made a choking sound, then a wet gush flowed up tubular his tongue and something cold filled my throat. I struggled at last and bit down… but it was like chewing on leather. He didn’t even seem to notice. Another choking sound, and another wet gush hit my throat and filled my chest. It ached like heartburn, but worse. Another gush, then another, he vomited something acidic into my throat, I could taste it at the back of my tongue, horrible and noxious.

Then he settled and waited, tongue in my throat, clutching me with most of his limbs. Behind me the toilet sucked quietly at nothing, not yet disengaged. Minutes passed, the pain in my chest grew worse and worse. An hour passed, maybe longer. He choked again, a new fresh gush poured into my chest… and it splattered inside a hollow. He pulled back, retracted his tongue, then reached up to curl fingers in my hair.

My chest was hollow, literally, he’d eaten away at my flesh or something. I could still feel my heartbeat, and I still breathed normally, but there was a cavity behind and below my breast bone that had never been there before. I could feel it, and it disturbed me greatly. I had a sick feeling I knew why he had done it too.

My head was guided down, his grip on my hair tight. I was familiar with the sensation, many a lover had used my tresses as hand holds as I went down on them. I’d never imagined I’d come face to genital with an alien though. Before my eyes was a cross shaped fold of purple flesh, sticky at the corners and seams of the lips. The sweet-sour stench was stronger here, so pungent it made my nose burn and eyes water.

The seams gaped, the triangular folds of flesh in the center, pealed back exposing a violet interior. Moisture rained down on my forehead, cheeks, and chin. The folds elongated into something like fingers, fingers that curled down toward my mouth. Again I did not resist as those genital fingers slipped between my lips and pulled my jaw wide in four directions. Interior flesh pulsed and oozed. Violet mucous rolled down in viscous waves across the inner walls to bathe my face.

She, I realized, this was a she, if that concept had any meaning. For if this wasn’t an alien vagina, I didn’t know anything. Her insides pulsated, clenched, and spat a stream of mucous into my mouth. She chuffed above me and settled upon my face. Her sex was at the exact center join of her four legs, they caged me comfortably and held me in place.

She clenched again, and my mouth filled until I had to cough. Those digits gripped tighter until my jaw strained. Then her vaginal passage gaped, opened, and… and things began to crawl out of her. A dozen little fast moving parasites with eight limbs crawled from her depths and threw themselves down into my mouth.

I struggled at first as they forced their way toward the back of my throat, then down, into my chest. One, two, three… more. I wanted to vomit, but I couldn’t, the muscles no longer worked. The pain behind my ribs was joined by a eerie and unnatural motion, as life took up resident within the confines of my chest.

Once the last insectile parasite escaped her womb and entered me, she stood up. Her vaginal fingers snapped closed, leaving my maw, and sealed her moist cross-cleft again. Her eyes were once more upon me, hands still in my hair, others holding my fore arms against my back. And there I remained until I passed out.

I woke to the pleasurable sensation of that tongue slipping in and out of my vulva. She was licking me, coating my nethers with her sticky purple slime. She darted in again, and pressed against my cervix, licked, then withdrew, entered, licked, and stayed. I stared down at her with confusion, my mind felt hazy and confused, my movements were sluggish and uncoordinated. She coughed, her tongue gurgled and gushed, and something cold filled my vaginal passage. It felt nice at first, then it began to ache. I clenched involuntarily upon her tongue as she licked against my cervix once more… deeper some how.

She spat another gush of digestive fluids into my cervix, through my cervix, and up into my womb. It felt like bad cramping, but worse. Muscles clenched repeatedly, but it only pushed her venom deeper into my reproductive organs. Everywhere she licked, flesh dissolved. I watched her as she licked through my uterus, well beyond my entrance. My stomach softened, hollowed, and settled into a dull agony.

Eventually she was satisfied with her work and settled her nethers against mine. Those four folds opened like petals of a flower, genital fingers probed and clawed at my swollen vulva until she gained purchase inside. She took her grip upon my inner vaginal walls, held me open, then settled into place. I knew what was coming, but the sensation left me dully horrified as by ones and twos the parasites crawled into me, and into the hollow where my uterus had once been. Quietly, I wept, I’d never had children and now the only children I’d ever have were aliens using me as a nest.

I passed out before she had finished, my mind too addled to cope. When I woke again I was confused and disoriented and memory seemed to fall through my fingers like sand. I slept, woke, slept, woke, each time felt like it was the first time, though I had vague recollections of previous days, perhaps even weeks.

When I woke for the last time I was on the bridge, alone, drifting with a limp leg tangled in the flight harness. I tried to reach for the controls, but my arms barely twitched. The twitch did cause me to drift however and the view screen entered my vision. I recognized that world, a world I’d grown up on… home. I tried to smile but my facial muscles felt frozen. I missed home. It had been so long since I’d bathed in the warm oceans or basked in the sun.

Something moved in my chest, violently. My breath rushed out in a half cough half wheeze. Something else punched at the inside of my stomach. There was a flashing light on the view, words. I tried to focus, tried to understand the meaning. Emergency, that was one the other… what was the other? It took almost a minute before I realized it said Landing. Emergency Landing. The planet was bigger now, we were on approach and our emergency landing call had gone out. The ship was being guided in remotely.

“N-no.” was all I managed to get out, but couldn’t move to activate the com, or hit the override.

The parasites in my body twitched and thrashed, ready to be born. A claw scrabbled at the inside of my navel, flesh tore. The timer on the screen showed ten hours to go. That same claw punched through, just below my navel, and a blood soaked alien child’s hand reached out and waved in the air before me. It slapped down as a second hand pushed through the gap. Blobs of blood and mucous floated in the air around me. They clung to surfaces, caught upon the screen and obscured it. A rib cracked. My heart thundered. My breast bone bounced, then pushed up as a child’s muscles strained against it.

There was a sickening snap and a fountain of bodily fluids bubbled forth into the compartment. My ribcage opened from within as a dozen parasites leaped into the open air and took their first breaths. My heart thundered, faltered, thundered, stopped. I rotated slowly until I saw the large alien predator in the doorway. She seemed to be smiling, her tongue protruded slightly and leaked violet beads into the air. My stomach too ruptured at last, and another dozen wriggling bodies escaped. She reached out to gather them up. I lost focus on her as the view of the planet came back around. Closer now. Then I lost focus on everything.

End

03/8/2020

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