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Topic: Experiment Number Six - by Abe_E_Seedy

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Experiment Number Six
by Abe_E_Seedy

"You have been in an accident, Ms Carter". Claire couldn't place the voice, it seemed to be everywhere all at once. Then again, so did she. She felt like she was falling, drifting away while every part of her seemed numb and still. "You died. Legally, you are dead. It is important you understand this. You are as nothing, Ms Carter. And what there is left, is ours." The voice receded, and Claire felt herself slip away again into unconsciousness.

Some time later, Claire drifted back awake. It was a slow process, as though she was flowing back into herself through some long dark tunnel. Her head was in a daze, but gradually she realised that she was lying down, and with a considerable effort she managed to open her eyes.

There was a bright light in front of her, making her shut her eyes again quickly against the glare. She tried to move to turn herself away from it, only to find that she couldn't shift her arms, nor, she realised, her legs. Panic began to cut through the fog in her mind. She was trapped, restrained, tied down - she had to get out! She pulled as best she could in her current, still-hazy state, but both her arms seemed to be securely fastened at the wrist with only a few inches of play, and her legs were similarly held at the ankles. Her head was free though, and after turning it to the side to lessen the effect of the bright light, she tried opening her eyes a second time.

It was painful, and she desperately wished she could have rubbed her streaming eyes with her hand, but after a few moments her vision cleared enough for her to take in as much of her surroundings as her position allowed. She was lying on her back on what seemed to be like a hospital bed, although the thick leather straps that were holding her wrists and ankles to each corner presumably weren't a standard feature. She was wearing... clothes, but not her own clothes; a fairly generic white T-shirt and a short blue skirt, although her feet were bare. If they weren't hers, had someone dressed her? Panic rose in her again, but she tried to push those thoughts out of her mind and focus on figuring out where she was and what she could do about it.

Casting about beyond the bed, the room she was in seemed to be quite large, about half the size of a basketball court from what she could see. It was sparse and white, almost sterile looking in its empty neatness. Behind herself she could just see some sort of windowed area near the roof, easily 10 feet off the ground, but she couldn't make out any details without straining her neck in an awkward position. Still, if there was a window, did that mean there were people watching her?

"Hey", she said, trying to yell, but still so woosy that the word simply tumbled from her mouth and fell to the floor. She frowned and concentrated harder, trying to push out a shout through sheer force of will. "HeyyY" she managed, before pausing to focus herself for a coherent sentence. "Let meego."

There was a noise suddenly, from down past her feet. It was a wet noise, a sort of soft slick squelch, noticeable only due to the utter silence of the rest of the room. Claire propped herself up as best she could - which wasn't much - but it was enough that she saw the other end of the room for the first time. Instead of being an empty white space like the rest, the area just before the far wall was crowded with a cluster of what appeared to be monstrously oversized eggs. There were easily a dozen of them, all around two to three feet tall and about half as wide, and each a dark green color that seemed to glisten wetly in the harsh light from above.

Movement caught her eye as she noticed that the top of one of the closest ones looked to be peeling apart, and this was what was causing the noise. As she watched she saw the whole top of the egg fold away, and then something began to emerge from within it. More that one something in fact, pushing through the open egg came two, long, green... things, snakes possibly, although they seemed to lack any distinguishing features, just being roughly footlong ropes of green flesh that flopped onto the floor and then began slowly worming their way towards her.

Claire was momentarily struck dumb, simply staring agog at whatever these things were. Perhaps they were slugs she thought; their entire length seemed to be coated in some sort of sticky slime, enough that they left a clear trail behind as they began to pick up speed across the floor. It was only then that that thought broke upon her - they were coming for her! Hurriedly she resumed her struggles, but even though her mounting panic had burnt off much of her stupor she still found herself completely unable to break free.

Already the things had passed beyond the point where they could be seen, hidden from view by the bed as she desperately tried to pull herself up enough to at least keep them in sight. "H-hey!" she tried, panic finally lending her the strength to project a yell, although robbing her of the ability to craft an actual sentence. "Hey!"

She could hear them distinctly now, slithering swiftly towards her, even if she was still maddeningly unable to see them. "Stop!" she yelled frantically, trying to turn her head back to face towards the windowed area behind her. "P-please!"

A touch at her left foot caught her attention, and she whipped her head back in time to see one of the snake-slug things finish pulling itself up the end of her bed. She shivered at its touch, warm but wet, the splay-legged nature of her bindings meaning she couldn't even close her legs as it began sliding up the inside of her thigh. It slipped quickly beneath the fabric of her skirt, making its way inevitably to her uncovered crotch. It paused there for a moment, tracing an almost affectionate circle around her slit.

"No", Claire said desperately. "Please, n-ah!" She was cut off as the thing pushed inside her, pressing into her cunt with sudden intensity, causing her back to stiffen with the overpowering sensation of it. Claire went to cry out again, but without warning the other creature appeared above her head, thrusting itself into her open mouth before she could even register its presence. She tried to push it out with her tongue but it overpowered her easily, forcing its way roughly down her throat and lodging her mouth too far open to be able to bite down on it.

She squirmed desperately as each creature violated her, both of them seeming to stretch out so they could move deeper inside her while still anchoring themselves at her entrance. The one on her face was pressing down on her cheek, writhing a little itself as it pushed further, forcing her to breath through her nose to avoid simply being suffocated by it. As bad as that was, her attention was far more focused on the one between her legs, which was beginning to push inside her dramatically to an overload of sensation. Despite the mess they were making on her skin, she was glad for the sliminess of the creatures, as it meant there was at least some sort of natural lube, but beyond that accidental kindness the creatures appeared to pay no further mind to her well being.

The creature dove into her cunt, penetrating her eagerly, pushing and pulsing as though it was seeking to get to the very core of her. The one in her mouth now felt to be mostly holding her steady, preventing her from making any noise beyond a sort of desperate "gluk!" as its thick wet form writhed in her throat. But in her cunt the creature pushed, and Claire felt her feet point and her back arch at the sensation. Her head lolled to the side as it violated her utterly, her body clenching and releasing involuntarily around this brutal intruder. She felt full, so utterly full - how could there be so much of something else inside her? - and then as she raised her head off the bed she saw the last of the creature detach from her crotch and slip between her folds.

She came. She hadn't meant to, but the feeling of it worming its way inside her was too much, and when the last of it went into her and claimed her sex so completely she couldn't help but tremble with orgasm. As she rode the feeling, distracted momentarily by the bliss, she felt the creature react inside her, suddenly beginning to writhe and pulse, stimulating her beyond belief, almost as though it was milking her from the inside. Instantly her orgasm was perverted into a hard, coarse thing, instead of drifting blissfully she was straining at her restraints, pressing her teeth down urgently against the gag-creature in her mouth, frenziedly pushing out orgasm after orgasm as she came deliriously, all thought gone from her mind except the need to cum again and again and harder and stronger as her whole body tensed and shuddered with the creature in her cunt. Finally, with one great last trembling gasp it all stopped, and she fell back against the bed in exhaustion.

For a second she thought she would wake up, but all too soon the knowledge of reality returned. She was still here, held captive and raped by god-knows-what, and suddenly she realised that even after her dramatic climax the creature entirely inside her was not withdrawing, but slowly beginning to stretch further inside her once more.

She moaned around the slick thing in her mouth, and now it seemed to finally respond, as it suddenly started to spurt some thick fluid from the tip that was embedded into her. She swallowed it - she had no choice, it was beyond the point where she could even attempt to keep it out - and it seemed to pour on endlessly, slicking the inside of her throat and pooling warmly in her belly. The effect was soporific; she was utterly overwhelmed by this combined assault, and the surprisingly comforting feeling of being filled like this was enough to send her back into a merciful unconsciousness. Like drinking warm milk, she thought, as her head slumped back against the bed.


Claire woke up. As soon as consciousness hit her she jerked upwards, only to discover that she was no longer restrained, and suddenly found herself toppling off the side of the bed and into a jarring impact with the hard floor beneath her. The thin foam mattress, also apparently unsecured, fell off with her too, hitting her softly on the back and then covering her as she lay sprawled on the ground. There was a moment of stillness as she lay on the ground, dazed by the fall, trying to figure out what exactly she could do now.

There was a brief moment where she was tempted to think it was all a dream, but given that she was still clearly in the same room, next to the same bed, and with the dried crust of whatever-that-was still staining her mouth and crotch, denial wasn't a comfort she could retreat to for long. Besides, she found herself unexpectedly rebelling against the idea - it had happened, she'd been raped by... something, and she wasn't going to forget about it and pretend it was okay. She was going to keep it together, and show the bastards by getting out of here and getting them for it. Exactly which bastards they were Claire admitted to herself she had no idea, but she'd get them regardless. And hey, at least she wasn't tied down anymore. It was a start, and she could work with it. Next time, she wouldn't be so helpless.

Ignoring her protesting joints and limbs, Claire forced herself to sit up, shrugging the mattress to the floor. The room really was as bare as it had seemed on her first survey, at least it was where she was sitting. It was white, clean and empty, apart from the raised windowed area behind her, and the pile of whatever-the-hell at the other end. There was a large door directly behind her - like something from a lab or somesuch facility - but it looked sturdy and locked, and it also lacked seemingly any mechanism for opening from her side. She tried walking over and pushing on it - her legs almost gave way as she first tried to put weight on them, and it took a few minutes of shaking them out before she was able to get to the door and lean against it. It was sturdy and locked. So much for that then.

Looking up, the windowed area jutted out from the top of the wall somewhat, the front of it slanted at enough of an angle to presumably give whoever was in there a view downwards as well as straight out across the room. The windows themselves were tinted, leaving whatever was behind them a mystery to Claire. The bastards, she presumed. She considered hurling obscenities - given that the only loose objects about her seemed to be her clothes and the mattress of the bed, obscenities were about all she could manage - but decided she didn't want to give them the satisfaction.

Claire knew she should have been afraid, and she was, but outweighing that was anger. A steady surge of anger was propelling her; a sort of quiet, simmering fury that left her very clear and full of conviction, preventing her from feeling the fear as anything other than background noise. It didn't make sense, but she certainly preferred it to the alternative.

Finally, all other aspects considered, Claire turned to regard the far wall. She'd been keeping an eye on it, staying alert for any untoward noises, but had been putting off actually looking at it to avoid having to register just what exactly it all was. She snorted to herself as she realised this - so much for refusing to cope by denial.

Right. They were still eggs, and the closest one was still open. The ground underneath them seemed to be green too, like they were all part of some thick mass on the ground there. It looked like a sort of nest, if nests were made out of condensed slime instead of twigs. There was no movement from them, and no sound. But there was nothing else in the room, and she decided that when she wasn't tied down she was pretty sure she could take a bunch of overgrown eggs. Better than ignoring them, anyway.

She started off towards them. She was thirsty, she realised unexpectedly. How long had it been since she'd had anything to eat or drink? And just how long had she been unconscious, exactly? And then suddenly she felt the unsettling sensation of her foot sinking into the slick mass of green, and she was standing with the eggs.

Up close they weren't any better. The sides of them looked leathery beneath their thick coating of goo, although fortunately despite all that they had no noticeable smell. They came up to about her waist, and the nearest one still had the top peeled neatly open, like some sort of obscene flower. Claire briefly considered peering inside it, but opted for a different approach instead.

"Fucker!" she yelled, throwing a wild punch at it. She'd braced herself for an impact, but in the end her fist mostly just glanced off the side, the skin of the egg deflecting her blow like it was rubber. Unfortunately for her however, the unexpectedly redirected momentum of the blow put her off balance, and with her feet on less than stable ground to begin with she wound up pitching head first into the lumpen mass on the floor.

It was soft, at least, and the fall didn't hurt, but lying there with her front now sticking wetly with whatever this all was was the last thing she needed. She gave herself a moment to acknowledge the frustration; to lie flat on her face and breathe a soft "motherfucker" to the world at large, even though with her lips pressed against the wet ground it came out more like a series of angry bubbling noises. And then, suddenly, there was movement.

Before Claire realised what had happened, before she realised that anything WAS happening, her legs were held fast, her arms rudely pinioned at her sides. She was still face down, so couldn't see what was going on, but it felt as though a dozen grasping tendrils had whipped around each of her limbs, drawing themselves tight in an instant and rendering her captive. She lifted her head - that at least was still unbound - and saw that the tendrils were coming out of the ground; more than that, they WERE the ground. The whole great green mass was unpeeling itself to reveal that it was actually a forest of separate tentacles all layered on top of each other, and she had unthinkingly blundered right on top of them.

She struggled, but already it was useless. Her limbs were covered completely with them, every inch of her arms and legs were fiercely wrapped against their slick flesh. She felt the goo that coated them coating her too, seeping into her very pores as they held her tight. Slowly, ahead of her, she saw a particularly long tentacle unfold itself from those that were still layered onto the floor, and rise up ahead of her like a snake poised to strike. It was large; too large. Fluid dripped freely from the tip, green like that which coated the rest of them all, but a brighter colour, and less viscous. The intent was clear.

"Fuck off!" Claire cried, throwing her head to the side just in time to dodge its thrust at her mouth. From her position with her head buried against her shoulder she grinned at her small triumph. "Come after me with that and I swear to god I'll bite it off!"

Out of the corner of her eye, Claire saw the tentacle withdraw. "Right", she added, "now we just need to-"

At that, a tentacle thrust itself quickly and without warning deep into Claire's ass. She stiffened instantly, the rest of her sentence transformed into little more than "OOoHhhhHh!" It pressed itself into her powerfully, not as a series of quick thrusts, but a steady, constant motion, probing deeper inside her with every second. There was pain, and somehow there was even pleasure, but mostly there was control. She could do nothing but quiver helplessly around the tentacle that impaled her, and it could do whatever it liked with her.

She felt herself being lifted up, partially by her arms and legs, but equally by the tentacle that was so unbelievably deep inside her it practically controlled her like a puppet. She was shifted until she was kneeling, hands behind her back, and then the tentacle was in front of her face again, dripping and ready.

As it rose before her, Claire managed to break through the intense sensation and spit "fuck you", before forcing her lips closed. Then the tentacle inside her shuddered, and all she could do was let out a breathless gasp, then sit with her mouth lolling dumbly open. It needed no more invitation than that.

It slipped inside her mouth, bulging her cheeks with its size, but unlike the thing before it seemed content to refrain from forcing its way down her throat. Instead it too quickly shivered, then began spurting forth great bursts of fluid into her mouth. She swallowed - again she had no choice, her mouth being completely plugged, so there was nowhere else for it to go - but this time she could taste it given that it wasn't being poured directly down the back of her throat. It was... amazing.

At first she swallowed simply to avoid gagging, but as soon as she tasted it she eagerly wanted more. She drank hungrily, soon her tongue was sweeping across the tip of the tentacle in an attempt to coax more from it, something it appeared eager to provide. It wasn't simply that it was the best thing she had ever tasted, but also that the mere act of tasting it made her feel so good in so many ways. It was soothing, the pain from the violation of her ass now forgotten, but it was also exciting; gulping down more and more of this liquid made her feel hot and sexy, like she was some naughty little sex toy that was being enthusiastically used, and that that was an emphatically good thing.

She drank, mouthful after unending mouthful sliding deliciously down her throat, all the while grinding unconsciously on the tentacle in her ass, the better to provoke the sensation, the better to be an eager little slut. Finally, after a completely unknowable length of time, the thing in her mouth stopped and withdrew. She gulped down the final load and then tried desperately to keep hold of the tentacle with her tongue, but all she could manage was one last delicious swipe of its goo-slicked side before it pulled away.

The tentacle in her ass also began to withdraw, and the sensation of it moving back along her insides was thrilling, but despite her earnest efforts to push against it, it still wasn't enough to let her cum. She felt cheated, with her arms still pinned there was nothing she could do for herself, and nothing that was being done to her was enough to release this frantic buildup of lust. She licked her lips, desperately trying to gather up the few drops of liquid that had escaped her mouth, trying to give herself something to work with. Why wouldn't it finish the job, and cum in her properly, fuck her with everything? Had she done something wrong?

Finally the tentacle slipped out of her, and she felt herself lifted by the remaining tentacles around her arms and legs until she was on her feet, facing away from the eggs. There was a slight push as they let her go, and on shaky feet she walked slowly away. She didn't entirely know why, it simply was what was. As soon as she'd been released she'd felt a massive wave of tiredness overtake her, and all she could process was to follow this last command. So she walked, managing a slight grin at the way her full belly sloshed with every step. At least she wasn't thirsty anymore.


Claire woke up. She was lying sprawled against the bed; she must have made it only that far before collapsing into sleep. The mattress was still lying on the ground near her, apparently she'd not even been focused enough to collapse on that instead, and as a result her whole body felt stiff from her awkward rest. But, while annoying, stiffness wasn't the first feeling she noticed on waking up.

Just what the hell was all that? She couldn't believe just how into it she'd gotten. It made no sense, but yet she was glad that whatever it was that had coated so much of her skin had dried into a thoroughly unappealing crust, because if it had still been as it was before she wasn't sure she would have been able to stop herself from licking it off.

And now she was just so unaccountably horny! Her hands had drifted downwards unconsciously as she had woken up, and it was only when she remembered where she was that she managed to stop herself. Even so she felt a fierce, burning need, the likes of which she'd never encountered before. It was all she could do to stop herself from throwing off her tattered skirt and grinding against the side of the bed. But no, she refused, absolutely refused through gritted teeth, to give whoever the bastards were the satisfaction.

She stood, and made to walk over to the other side of the bed where the mattress lay on the floor. But at the very first step her legs brushed up against herself, and the sensation of it brought her thudding back to her knees. It was so sensitive, god, her clit was swollen and ready and she was so WET, she ached to be touched, to have something inside her, anything, everything - she tried to pull herself to her feet and without intending to she wound up simply dragging her crotch along the ground, and she swore she left a trail of damp arousal behind her. This was too much, too much.

She felt like crying, she felt like fucking, like BEING fucked; being deliciously fucked wholly and absolutely, and somehow her fingers had already slipped down inside herself, and when she took them out they were dripping, and GOD how it smelled incredible. Her tongue stretched out of her mouth involuntarily, straining to taste it, to have it all over her.

Claire closed her eyes, and forced herself to stop. Her hand, and that incredibly arousing smell was right THERE, but she forced herself to stop and think about how much she hated whoever they were for doing this. She would not give them the satisfaction of watching. She refused. They'd taken so much control from her, but they'd not have this.

Counting slowly to ten, her eyes closed the whole time, she managed to force herself to her feet. Then, walking with deliberate precision, she made her way around the bed, bent down and picked up the mattress, then moved right up to the wall beside the door, as far out of view from the windowed area above as she judged it possible to get. She lowered herself carefully down the wall into a sitting position, and finally balanced the mattress over herself for good measure. Then, with as much privacy as she imagined possible, she masturbated.

Her hand slipped back inside herself instantly, the very second she gave herself permission to give in. Her need was frightful - normally at home she enjoyed a long, slow, delicate self-message, but this was the opposite; instead she was desperately pushing as much of her hand into her cunt as she could manage in a frenzied attempt to be filled. It was wrong, she knew what she wanted but she didn't want THAT, she couldn't, so instead she was all but impaling herself on her hand in an attempt to make the feelings right. And it felt good, it did, but it wasn't enough, she needed more; her feet skated beneath her and her hand moved frantically inside her but still she could not make herself properly cum.

She withdrew her hand in a moment's frustrated pause, and brought it in front of her face. It was dripping. She hadn't imagined that; it was absolutely slick with her own juices - despite the fact that she still felt like she hadn't orgasmed. It made no sense - she'd never been that productive in the past - but then her tongue was snaking along her fingers and she hadn't the mind to care anymore. She was disappointed that the taste wasn't as good as it was back with the eggs, although it was certainly better than it ever had been previously, but even so, it still had that same fantastic feeling that went with it. This was hot, this was slutty, this was perfect, this was RIGHT, and you love this. She trembled with excited pleasure, the mattress shrugged forgotten off to the floor, as she stuck her hand eagerly in her mouth and the other in her slit. But still, it wasn't quite enough.

It wasn't until her thumb brushed accidentally against her clit, causing a shudder powerful enough to make her legs twitch out involuntarily, that she knew what to do. There. It seemed like How To Orgasm 101, but she'd been so caught up in being filled and tasting herself that the concept of deliberately stroking her clitoris simply hadn't occurred to her. But now she knew, and began massaging it specifically with one hand, while the other moved down from her mouth to work her now-empty cunt.

She moaned, her back pressed against the wall as she pushed against herself - this, this was the way. Her clit was wet, god, it was so wet and slick, and it felt like it was so big and sensitive, but STILL she wasn't cumming. Suddenly though she realised she did feel something happening; there was a sort of pressure building inside her clit, and as she kept massaging it there was a dramatic surging feeling, and it swept up in her hand, pushing out and stretching upwards uncontrollably. She seized this new development with both hands, giving great, long strokes of its growing shaft as it lengthened and thickened in her grip.

She felt it coming, she felt it finally coming as she looked down at her surging clit and recognised it for what it was, as she pumped eagerly on her newly-formed cock, its wonderful green flesh standing out marvelously from her white skin, and every inch of it glistening with the same delicious goo that coated the things from the eggs. She was lying on her back now, she hadn't even realised she'd slid to the floor, and her cock had moved up along her body far enough to reach the bottom of her breasts. It was obscene; far too large and so incredibly messy, the front of her shirt was already soaking wet again from its actions, and it was absolutely perfect - her tentacle cock. She came; her whole body clenched and she finally came, all the frustration and desire flowing out into unstoppable waves of orgasm. She came eagerly all over herself, her new cock spurting thickly again and again, and she made sure to catch every drop possible in her open mouth. The taste, just as it was before with the eggs, was perfect.

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Re: Experiment Number Six - by Abe_E_Seedy

For once, Claire didn't fall asleep. Instead she simply lay back and relaxed in the afterglow, content to disregard her situation for the time being. Everything was messed up, completely so, but for the moment at least she couldn't bring herself to care. After a few minutes she became uncomfortable enough to at least lean over and grab the mattress from where it had fallen, and shift so she was lying on top of that instead of just the hard ground. The cock - HER cock - lay stretched out along her stomach.

She didn't know what to make of it. Now that her lust had subsided she was expecting to be repulsed by it, but she wasn't, oddly enough. It seemed almost cute somehow. It was a sort of vivid green, smooth, and tapered from being large enough to almost wrap two hands around at the base to a delicate tip at the top, where there appeared to be a hole for it to... well, ejaculate. That said, it managed to maintain a moist sheen indefinitely, the whole of it covered in a perpetual coating of sticky... goo, for lack of a better word.

As she inspected it, it began to lift up off her chest. With some effort, and a fair few odd sensations, Claire found that she could control it as she could an arm - albeit an arm she had absolutely no practice with. She moved it so it was raised and the tip pointed at her face, and for some reason she found herself imagining that it was looking at her with a quizzical expression. "I hope you realise, this is all your fault" she said to it, laughing to herself at the sheer absurdity of everything.

Again, she knew she should be scared, but this time it wasn't anger that was holding that off, more that everything just seemed floatingly surreal and therefore not worth getting upset about. Oh, she'd still get the bastards that did this, but now she found herself dwelling more on the rather creative ways she could get back at them for it.

She stroked it absently, feeling like some super villian stroking a pet snake. It left a thick residue of goo on her hand, which felt surprisingly pleasant - both the act of it being stroked and the sensation it left on her hand. She examined the goo on her hand with a sort of detached interest, quietly enjoying the feeling of rubbing it between thumb and forefinger. So... now what?

Claire considered fetching her skirt from where it lay on the ground, discarded unthinkingly during her earlier efforts, but soon wondered - why bother? It was useless now, even if she could fit it on with this thing on her crotch, it'd still probably get in the way far too often for comfort. Besides, if the point of it was to preserve her modesty, well, the main thing that people would see wasn't really HER genitals anyway, just this monstrous thing that had somehow attached itself to her. It wasn't hers, really, so why bother to hide it? Her shirt, soaked though it was in parts, stayed on. After all, her breasts were still hers, and she didn't want them on display. Unless, she added to herself without thinking, they too wound up covered by tentacles somehow.

She found herself looking back towards the eggs. Surprisingly, there didn't seem to be as many of them any more. Most of them looked to have almost deflated - she could just barely make out the skins of several of them lying almost flat against the green nest. That said, the nest itself had grown impressively - it now appeared to be a few feet deep in places, and even stretched some way up the wall behind it.

As she looked, she found her tentacle cock swinging involuntarily out towards the eggs, stretching out from herself to point towards them. Claire almost giggled at the sight. "Come on, you want to go for a walk?" she said, petting along the shaft and being rewarded with a tinglingly pleasant sensation. "Let's go for a walk then."

It wasn't long before she was again standing on the edge of the green mass. This time she wasn't driven by anger so much as... she didn't really know, to be honest. She simply felt like she should be here, and so she was. She came to the closest egg, the same open one she'd tried to attack before, and ran her hand along the side. It came away coated with goo, which when she held it next to herself appeared to be identical to the goo covering her cock. Hardly a surprise, but still, to have it confirmed was somehow deeply exciting.

A noise made Claire look up. In front of her the ground was unfolding again, row after row of thick juicy tentacles were unpeeling themselves from each other and raising themselves up to eye level, as if regarding her. For her part, there wasn't even a thought process that occurred, she simply turned around, bent over, and presented herself to them automatically. She wasn't even aware of it until after it'd happened, much less had a conscious choice in the matter. The thought made her heart race, and she knew, absolutely knew, that she couldn't imagine not wanting to be utterly taken by all of them. "Come on" she said over her shoulder, "let's see what you fuckers can REALLY do."

Almost before she'd finished talking, a tendril shot up from beneath her and rammed itself into her cunt, twitching and squirming deliciously just inside her folds. Pushing herself down on it as much as she could manage, Claire gritted her teeth and added "that the best you can do? I could fuck myself harder than that!"

Another tentacle slipped in after the first, the two of them pushing her entrance wide and causing her knees to buckle. Claire was forced to her hands and knees, panting wildly, but still she taunted "is that... uhh! Is that all you got? Fuck me!"

More tentacles emerged from the sides, wrapping around her limbs and pulling them tight. She fell to the floor, the impact knocking the wind out of her as she lay pushed into the slick nest. The tentacles continued to pound inside her cunt, but still she managed to spit out the words "you-uhhhvve got me now. WhaaHht are you guhh-going to do, hu-Ahhnngh!"

At that a tentacle had pushed inside her ass, causing her to bite down on the last word. The sensation was electric, she was sure her cock would be writhing and pulsing if it wasn't being pressed firmly into the ground, but still it was only her lower half that was being serviced, there was still so much more that could be done. "Fuck me" she murmured, her head rolling from side to side uncontrollably, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

She felt the tentacles lift her back up, but this time they didn't stop at putting her back on her feet, instead they pulled her up higher, up into the air above the nest, dangling freely from the tentacles wrapped tightly around her wrists and ankles, as all the while her hips bucked dreamily as the tentacles pulsed inside her. She was lifted into a standing position, and looking up she realised she was directly level with the windowed area at the opposite end of the room. She was on display. As soon as she realised this, her first act was to thrust her tentacle cock up inside her shirt, and tear the weakened fabric apart with one frenzied motion. Her breasts bounced free, and as she looked down at them she saw with a grin that they too were dripping freely with goo of their own accord. It felt right; it should be everywhere on her, inside and outside; she belonged to sex and cum and slime and endless, endless fucking.

She came once, crying out as her cock writhed and sprayed all over herself orgiastically. One of the tentacles swept around from behind her and gripped her cock in its slick grasp, milking her for more, and she came enthusiastically at that too. Then, finally, a tentacle slipped in between her lips, and soon at long last she was being fucked everywhere she could imagine, as tentacles pushed violently into her from every conceivable angle. She smiled hugely as the thick goo ran from her lips, as her cunt gushed with the fluids being pumped into her by twin tendrils, as her ass quivered deliciously as she was rammed ever harder, and as her cock spasmed and spurted under the rapturous assault of now seemingly half a dozen tentacles, all slathering over her body. She came, she came so utterly that it felt like her whole body shook with orgasm, and then after it broke in one pure moment she felt that every inch of her skin was slick with goo, that her whole body was coated with it just as her cock was, and that she always would be.

And then, just as she was riding that bliss, it changed. One tentacle had slipped unheeded around her neck and suddenly it tightened, causing her to choke and stiffen as her eyes bulged. Yet the tentacles didn't stop working her cunt and cock and still she came in shuddering spurts, but now it was a forced and desperate thing as she tried to imagine what she had done wrong and how she could do whatever it took to fix it. She didn't know, she was beginning to get light-headed and still she was fucked, the massive tentacle still pouring into her throat making breathing still harder. She felt herself drift away and thought she was losing consciousness, until eventually she realised that the tentacles were repositioning her again, moving her so that she was lying horizontally in the air, although with her legs bent downwards and forced apart. There at least the pressure on her throat relented, and although that tentacle didn't depart entirely the one in her mouth withdrew enough for her to breathe, allowing her enough deep desperate gasps to clear her head.

The tentacle in her ass also slipped out of her, and the ones around her cock ceased milking her and moved to join those holding her wrists and ankles. She was about to protest, just opening her mouth to say that they could fuck her as roughly as they liked so long as they fucked her as roughly as they liked, but her words were stopped before they started when the two tentacles in her cunt moved to each push against separate sides of her opening, creating a truly dramatic sensation. She was, she realised between gasps, being pushed open as wide as possible, the better to accommodate something extraordinary.

It came without further warning. It was big, bigger than should have been possible for her to accommodate, but all this lead-up must have been designed to make her pliable enough to make this work. The two other tentacles withdrew as it entered, making room for this one monstrous tentacle to push its way inside her, pressing against every part of her as it made its way inexorably deeper to the accompaniment of her incoherent moans. It wasn't there for her pleasure, it was there to fill her, it bulged within her, and all she could do was give in utterly and let it take her. Eventually it reached its destination, far further within her than she would have thought possible, and its relentless pressing finally stopped. Then, almost unnoticeably, it twitched.

She felt a bulge begin at her entrance, and her eyes shot wide as the tentacle within her grew even wider as the bulge moved along it. The pressure of it moving was almost unbearable, some perfect knife edge of pleasure and pain. Finally it reached the tip, and paused there for just a moment. As it did, the tentacle around her neck tightened again, making her choke and gasp once more. Even as her head swam, she understood completely the message being put across to her. Important. Precious.

Then it came, the tentacle opened up and pressed the egg so impossibly deep within her, together with a rich burst of the cum-fluid that had helped it long. It wasn't as large as the ones she'd seen on the ground; it couldn't have been, but it was large enough to be the start of something, and her belly pooled with warmth as more and more of them crowded into her. The tentacle around her neck had released as they had started, its point made, but even so she knew to stay still and accept this endless filling. Eventually, after a seemingly endless cycle of orgasm and insertion, and her belly almost visibly distended with eggs, she felt herself being lowered gently back towards the ground. As she touched down softly the massive tentacle withdrew, and with one last shudder Claire settled in amongst the nest of overlapping tentacles and fell into a deep and contented sleep.


She awoke, some unknown time later, at the sound of a loud thud. Opening her eyes unhurriedly, she was greeted by a truly unexpected sight. Back on the other side of the room, a girl had just fallen off the bed. She was young, early twenties perhaps, with long, straight dark hair, and deeply, deeply attractive. She was wearing a white T-shirt and a short blue skirt, and was just beginning to groggily pick herself off the floor. She'd fallen off the side closest to her and the eggs, meaning that she was facing away as she began slowly pulling her way up the side of the bed. She reminded Claire so completely of herself as she had first woken up.

Claire didn't even register the fact that she had stood up. Her movement across the floor was a smooth, silent glide that she didn't even think about. What mattered was how when Claire drew up behind the girl just as she struggled to her feet, she gripped her firmly by the shoulders and slammed her down onto the bed. And as she was standing there, bent over and stunned, Claire grinned and relished the sensation of her tentacle cock sliding up the inside of the girl's thigh. And then, she began.

Claire's cock surged inside the girl's cunt, wringing a gasp from her lips. She wasn't sure just how groggy the girl still was, but she knew she would fuck her until she was fully aware and just as cum-slicked as she was. There would be no long, slow, deliberate courtship; for this girl, as Claire thrust herself harder and deeper into her moistening cunt, she was going to be brutally fucked, over and over until Claire was done.

The girl had her mouth open, and looked to be trying to recover herself enough to say something, and that was not in Claire's plan. She moved a hand over towards her mouth, but on the way she felt it... shift, flowing like liquid until by the time it had reached the girl's face it was another tentacle, one which quickly pushed its way inside to gag her. She tried weakly to resist, but Claire took great satisfaction from forcing it down her throat, so far down that all the girl could do was concentrate on breathing through her nose instead to avoid suffocation. Well, thought Claire, this WAS an interesting development. Looking momentarily behind her, she saw that there was a long, uninterrupted trail of goo on the ground, leading to where she now stood on two seemingly firm feet. Apparently her sensation of sliding over here had been accurate after all.

Claire paused for a moment as she considered what she could do with a body she could seemingly alter at whim. Beneath her the girl collapsed back against the table, the pounding in her cunt momentarily abating. With a lascivious grin, Claire began to move her cock again, not thrusting this time, but simply expanding it in all directions, causing the girl to give a great muffled moan as it filled her ever tighter. As she did so she leaned in closer, tearing the girl's clothes aside absently with her free hand, until her slick breasts were resting just against the girl's back. Then she moved in with her head, her tongue slipping out of her mouth - apparently it had been reshaped to be long, dexterous and dripping with goo, unless she had done that herself recently without thinking - and sliding it along the girl's grimacing face in a long proprietary lick. Then, as the girl screwed up her eyes against this fresh assault, Claire formed a new thick tentacle at her crotch, at rammed it without warning into the girl's ass.

Her eyes shot open, then rolled back in their sockets as her head lolled to the side. "Ooh", said Claire, recovering her tongue, "you like that, don't you? You love being pounded! In the! Ass!" She accompanied each exclamation with a powerful thrust, and in return was rewarded by the girl tensing uncontrollably with each one. "You're a naughty girl, aren't you?" Claire gloated, shifting her around so that she was lying flat on the bed with Claire straddled on top of her, the length and dexterity of her tentacles enabling them to keep fucking all the while. "Well we'll have to see about rewarding you for good behaviour, won't we naughty girl?"

Now that she'd recovered from the initial shock, the girl was back to keeping her head to one side and her eyes screwed tightly shut, the better to avoid Claire's gaze. In response, Claire made the tentacle in her ass surge, her eyes snapping back open as she arched her back, then her face flushing red as Claire felt the orgasm burst from the girl's cunt. Claire grinned widely, licked her tongue along the girl's cheek once more even as she sought to bury her face into the mattress to avoid it, and said "Good. Again."

The tentacle in the girl's ass pushed again, and again the girl quivered in unwanted orgasm. Claire could feel the girl's own juices beginning to seep freely from her cunt, even as tears formed on her face at her brutal penetration. She took her free hand and tenderly wiped them aside, before lifting her head slightly, angling her face so that she was looking into her eyes, now that she was too worn to keep them screwed shut. "Good" she said simply. "Again."

This time Claire surged with all the tentacles inside her, and shuddered as each one began to flood thick pulses of cum into the girl. In response the girl trembled frenziedly with orgasm, every part of her clenching and releasing as she was overwhelmed from all ends by sensation and warm, slick goo. Claire withdrew the tentacle in her mouth to allow her a great, wordless cry of release. She came, shuddering and shaking, again and again, each slight twitch by Claire triggering another rapturous response. Claire for her part didn't see any reason for her tentacle's removal to cause her to stop its production, using it to enthusiastically coat the girl's front, until a moment's thought caused Claire to move it down to point at the girl's crotch. There it came repeatedly, creating a great sticky mess on and around her cunt as the girl still writhed upon the tentacle that disappeared inside it.

As the orgasms finally ceased and the girl lay all but mindless upon the bed, Claire moved her free tentacle down onto the girl's clit. She tickled it lightly with the tip, making the girl kick and thrash as she could - obviously too sensitive currently for anything there. Unfortunately for her, Claire thought, she doesn't have the choice. Reshaping her tentacle until the tip was delicate enough to wrap around the clit, Claire began to pull. The girl gave the cutest little desperate moan as some part of her still tried to resist, but given that Claire could see yet more of the girl's juices dripping from her cunt, she could tell it was increasingly a lost cause.

Soon the girl's clit began to respond from this treatment, stretching out slowly from her body, already wet from the mass of accumulated fluids. As it grew Claire shifted their positions again, the girl in no situation to resist as she was forced back into her original position, standing bent over the bed. From this stance Claire moved so she was simply kneeling behind her, her tentacles withdrawing one by one from her to focus on the ever-increasing growth of her clit, although one slipped loosely around the girl's neck, just to ensure that she couldn't get too far away. With the others she kept pulling, the girl still trying weakly to break away, trying to escape this final, brutal assault, somehow knowing that to accept this would be to lose herself utterly to Claire's intentions. But even as her fingers gripped the edge of the bed and she pulled herself desperately, still her clit surged inexorably, and finally her legs buckled and she slid to the ground, ovewhelmed.

Now rather than pulling Claire's tentacles were wrapped around the growing shaft and moving up and down, encouraging it as it expanded to a length even greater than her own had originally been. All the girl could do was shift so she was sitting down, pressing her back against the bed as the shaft stretched out in front of her. The colour of it had darkened to a vivid green, and Claire relished the look as the girl opened her eyes and saw it, saw what it had become; and after a few delicious moments of denial she lunged forwards, taking its massive length into her mouth and cumming explosively, her whole body shaking as great spurts of cum spattered the inside of her mouth, sliding wonderfully down her throat as she eagerly milked it for more.

"Good, isn't it?" Claire said with genuine good feeling. There was no response - she was too busy cumming and milking her new tentacle cock for more cum, then sweeping up the leftovers with her tongue before starting the process anew. Claire looked at her with a warm smile before patting her lightly on the head and adding "hold that thought."

Quickly and quietly, Claire stood up and moved over the the end of the room, standing just in front of where the windowed area began. Then after a moment's concentration she rose up, her legs flowing together into a single stalk which lengthened and stretched until Claire was tall enough to be level with the windows themselves. Then, forming one arm into a thick and durable tentacle, she made one contemptuous swipe, easily shattering the windows and allowing her to finally see inside.

The room beyond was small. It was packed with computers and monitors, with large, expensive-looking equipment taking up the back wall, together with a solitary heavy steel door in the corner. Again, the door seemed closed and locked. Frustrated, Claire shifted her attention to the rest of the room. It seemed like there were several work stations in the room; there were quite a few chairs sitting directly at computers or other science-y equipment, but all of them seemed to be empty. All except for one chair on the other side from the door, Claire saw as she finished surveying the room, the one whose workstation appeared to be taken up with monitors showing video from numerous video cameras that must have been hidden about that main room.

In that chair was a woman in a lab coat. She seemed surprisingly young for a scientist, late twenties at the most, with a shock of long dyed red hair framing a delightfully cute face. The most immediately noticeable thing about her though was that she was leaning back in her chair with one hand firmly inside her pants, while the other was grasping at her naked breast. She had obviously been in full swing, only looking up at the sound of Claire breaking through the window. They shared a glance. From the room below there was a cry of wild abandon as the girl on the ground came emphatically once again, and despite herself the woman in the lab coat trembled and bit her lip a little at the sound.

Suddenly the woman dived for the control panel, reaching out to hit a prominent red button, but Claire was too fast for her. Catching her hand with a tentacle, Claire swept herself into the room, pushing the woman back until she was pinned by one arm to the back wall. She made to speak, but Claire shot another tentacle quickly into her mouth, making her able to only say "Iughlk!" before her throat was helplessly plugged. With the woman momentarily stunned and at her mercy, Claire took a moment to tear off all the woman's clothes beneath her lab coat, leaving her breasts and cunt exposed. Claire grinned, her body was stunning; wonderful full breats and perfect smooth skin that would look amazing coated with her goo. Her pussy was already nice and wet too; she bent down and licked once along her lips, savouring both the taste and the way the woman's knees buckled under her assault. Then she drew back level with her face, looking into her wide, fearful eyes as she squirmed around the tentacle down her throat. She caught sight of a name tag on the breast of her coat, and looked down to read it. Her name was Sandra Hart.

"There has been an accident, Ms Hart" Claire said, leaning in close to the woman's ear. She wrapped a tentacle softly around her throat, and began moving back towards the broken windows. As she reached the edge she shaped her legs back into a stalk and flowed them down towards the floor of the main room. At the same time she withdrew the tentacle from the woman's mouth and lifted her softly off the floor by the one around her neck - not pulling her quickly enough to risk killing her, but leaving her gasping and choking as she was carried down to the ground by her neck alone. "You are nothing, Ms Hart" Claire added as she reached the floor again, teasing the woman by leaving her dangling for a few extra moments, her feet just inches above the ground. "And what is left, is ours".

With that Claire threw Sandra to a heap on the floor, where she lay gasping for breath. When her head finally cleared she looked up, and saw the other girl was standing above her, her breasts and cunt dripping goo freely, her tongue whipping out of her mouth and stretching towards her, but most of all her massive tentacle cock rising slickly before her. She tried desperately to say something, but the second she opened her mouth the girl rammed her cock into it, pushing herself all the way to the hilt and causing Sandra's eyes to roll back in her head at the total invasion. It was all she could do to not gag as the cock filled her absolutely, it felt like the total length of her throat was taken up by this massive tentacle, and as the girl rammed it into her again and again it soon began to spurt great bursts of fluid directly inside of her, filling her even more utterly.

Claire looked on this frenzied rutting with approval. For her part she moved around behind Sandra, moving her without protest so she was on her hands and knees. She then slipped a tentacle inside the woman's ass, enjoying the way it made her stiffen as it went in. Even so, that was merely a sideshow. She pushed her tentacle cock inside Sandra's wet cunt, the woman almost beyond noticing this additional assault. But then Claire's cock began to thicken dramatically, pushing against Sandra's walls in a way that made her writhe frantically and uncontrollably, kicking desperately in an attempt to make it stop. As she did so Claire leaned in close and whispered into her ear "I think you'd be a much better caretaker of these than I. Unfortunately for you, we don't have time for the long, slow process of making you ready for them, so you're just going to have to bite your lip and survive." The woman's eyes grew wider as she realised what was going on, and she desperately tried to shake her head in refusal. "Ready or not", Claire continued regardless, "here they come!"

The first egg pushed into Sandra with an explosion of sensation, pressing her overwhelmingly as it squeezed through Claire's cock to emerge deep in her cunt. The mere experience of receiving that one was absolutely draining, Sandra all but collapsed as it finally finished its journey, but the relentless fucking she was receiving from both ends was keeping her from relaxing regardless. And then of course the next egg was straining at her opening, and then another, and another; writhing and convulsing uncontrollably as she was pumped full of egg after egg. As her head finally began to clear after the whiteout of stimulation, Claire leaned back in next to her and whispered "you're going to be my nice, egg-filled, fuck-slut. You'll live for being fucked, being bred roughly however and whenever I choose, and when I'm not using you you'll be so stuffed full of eggs all you'll be able to think about is making yourself cum."

She said more, but Sandra didn't hear it. At that she'd been lost to orgasm, her body had clenched and she'd thrust herself as hard as she could manage onto the wonderful tentacle cocks inside her, cumming continuously as she penetrated herself first one way then the other. She came deliriously, losing herself in wild abandon, embracing a life of fucking and cumming and being taken, utterly taken, by anyone who wanted to. Juices gushed from her cunt with each frenzied push further onto Claire's cock, her mouth now needfully sucking and working at the other girl's slick tentacle. Her lab coat stayed on, Claire found it pleasing as a reminder of who she had been and how much she had been corrupted, but it would always be wide open to ensure she was always on display.

Finally, the two girls were done, and the multiple tentacles were withdrawn despite Sandra's moaned protestations. As the slick cock slipped out of her mouth her own tongue followed along with it, grasping desperately at it in an attempt to keep it inside herself for even one moment longer. It was soon clear that in all the activity her tongue had been changed dramatically - it was now so long and thick that it could barely fit inside her mouth, and as it stretched to full length it peeled apart wetly from the end, forming into four separate tentacles that writhed and dripped independently. Claire looked on this new development with interest. Well, she thought, looks like she's not going to be doing any talking for a while with that. From the look on her face though, and the fact that she had enthusiastically plunged her hand back into her crotch, it didn't look like she'd mind.

Claire grinned. One down. Those closed doors wouldn't hold her forever, and then she would set about her revenge. She didn't know what she'd do exactly, or how she'd get to do it, but she did know one thing. She was going to ENJOY this.

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