Kentauris-7, Part 2
By The Shoggoth
Spacegirl awoke in stuffy
darkness, lying on her side. Quickly feeling around, she realized that she was
still in her drop capsule. All power was off, but she was still able to locate
most of her supplies, as well as the release handle above her head. She
listened for a bit, hoping for some idea of what lay waiting for her, but she
heard nothing. Taking a deep breath, she pulled the handle. Dim red light
flooded in, displaying the blue-gray forest canopy. Small crustaceans scuttled
here and there, and fungus grew in thick strands among the various trees.
Hitomi’s capsule rested on its side in a swampy morass. Instead of firm ground,
all she could see was mud. However, it didn’t seem to be very deep. The sun was
no longer visible, and appeared to be setting. It would be dark soon.
Spacegirl was wearing a
skin-tight body suit, armored and water-resistant. Taking out a small backpack,
she pulled out a flashlight and a laser pistol, her usual armament. Shining the
flashlight revealed a vast array of tiny eyes watching her in the darkness. She
closed the capsule, slung the backpack, and began slogging towards the setting
sun, hoping to find some drier ground. The mud was thick, and slow going…
fifteen minutes and a hundred meters later, Hitomi was gasping, exhausted from
plowing through the thick mud. The only consolation was that it didn’t seem to
be getting any deeper. Hitomi leaned against a tree to get some rest, brushing
a vine out of her face.
Suddenly, several vines dropped
down, quickly coiling around Spacegirl’s arms and torso, yanking her off her
feet. Hitomi yelped with dismay as the flashlight and pistol fall from her
grip, landing in the mud with a splat. The flashlight pointed upwards,
illuminating her captor… In the tree was a large, barrel-shaped thing, open
mouth at the base of it slobbering and drooling. It was covered with leathery
gray hide, and a dozen or more tentacles were strung throughout the tree.
Hitomi was being lifted towards the maw.
Hitomi struggled mightily,
but to no effect, as the tentacles tore the pack from her and dropped it at the
base of the tree. One tentacle, rough and slimy, slid down the collar of her
bodysuit, between her supple breasts. Finding purchase along a seam, it tore
upwards. Other tentacles joined in, making short work of Spacegirl’s bodysuit.
Hitomi reached the mouth of
the barrel, and was thrust inside screaming. Myriad smaller tendrils, each
secreting a thick clear slime, took over where the outer tentacles left off.
The lips closed over her, leaving her boot-covered feet exposed. Hitomi
thrashed back and forth, expecting at any moment to feel the searing of
digestive enzymes as the thing devoured her. Instead, she felt only warmth and
a tingling sensation. The tendrils wriggled and writhed and massaged her smooth
brown skin, and she began to relax. Strangely, she was still able to breathe
without difficulty. After a moment, she began to calm down. The tendrils
circled Hitomi’s breasts, tweaking gently at her dark brown nipples until they
jutted out proudly. Similar tendrils gently teased apart her labia, and licked
at her firm buttocks. This continued until Hitomi’s skin glowed with her
arousal, and her breath came in ragged gasps.
“Well, this is not so bad”,
Hitomi thought as she gently crept towards an orgasm. Then she felt the barrel
contract slightly. Something long and thick moved in the space with her, like a
lumpy python. The sensual massage sped up somewhat, making it difficult for
Hitomi to concentrate. She was so close to coming… Then she felt it. Something
thick and blunt pressed against her spread labia, nudging her engorged
clitoris. “Oh god… YES-YES-YES-OOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo”… Spacegirl came
like a gunshot, sharp and violent, as the thick tentacle pushed inward as far
as her cervix. She spasmed and shook and screamed as waves of pleasure roared
through her. Small tendrils tugged at her clitoris and nipples, and tickled at
her delicate anus, poking in just a little. The tentacle forced its way into
her womb and widened. Spacegirl could feel as the thick tube deposited several
small, round objects deep inside her, and her constant orgasm was tinged with
dread. She could feel the things moving down the length of the tube, entering
her and joining the others. After nearly five minutes of constant orgasm, the
tentacle suddenly pulled out and retracted away from her. The barrel began to
convulse wildly, and Spacegirl was forcibly expelled from inside, trapped
inside an alien thing one minute, hurtling through open air the next.
Hitomi landed face first in
the mud. Pulling herself out, she could see that the creature had dropped from
the tree, and was pushing itself away through the mud, making quick progress.
Fortunately, she could still see her flashlight and laser pistol, but there was
no sign of her backpack or anything else. As she stood to retrieve her things,
she felt the weight of the peach-pit sized spheres shifting in her womb. That
thing had impregnated Hitomi. As she began slogging towards the light of the
flashlight, she felt the first of many abdominal cramps… it would be a long
night for Spacegirl.
She still had no idea where
she was.
And no idea she was being
watched.
Private Dena Raleigh crept
through the thick jungle, following the trail of something in the dark. The sun
had gone down an hour ago, and she was using her night vision goggles. Small
and wiry, like an Olympic gymnast, with not an ounce of extra fat, she made her
way through the jungle like a cat. She had managed to escape from her landing
capsule intact, and she had a pretty good idea where she was. Unfortunately,
she had no idea where the rest of the squad was. She saw the troopship slam
into the ground several kilometers away, and resolved NOT to go that way.
Certainly the damned Intai Juhen, or “Inju’s” as they were called, would be
prowling around there. Dena had no desire to end up in their slimy clutches.
Dena had already found the gear stripped from Sgt. Dubois, dropped carelessly
to the side. She shivered at the thought of what must have happened to her, and
worked the action on her gauss rifle, a pointless but reassuring gesture to the
Legionary.
The trail that she followed
was a human one wearing standard boots, possibly a member of the missing survey
team. Deana was the squad’s most experienced tracker, since she was from the
colony on Tall Trees. Her woodcraft was unequalled in the squad, and she was
confident of her ability to handle anything, come what may. Moving silently
through the brush, she came into a clearing, and found a small dome, obviously
a shelter erected by the survey team. The dome was about four meters high, and
wide enough to house several people. The entrance door was open… in fact had
been smashed outward, as though something large had burst out from the inside.
Signs of a struggle could be seen here and there. The dome was pitted from
rifle fire, and bits of rubble were scattered through the clearing, some burned
or crushed, some slime covered. A single blood-spattered boot sat in the
doorway incongruously, drawing the Legionary’s eye.
Dena raised her gun up, and
crept quietly to the doorway. Moving in silently, not even breathing, she saw
horror. To the side of the doorway sat the desiccated corpse of a human male,
obviously sucked dry by the Inju’s. They had little use for men, usually.
Moving further in, Dena discovered a large hole in the center of the floor,
nearly two meters wide. It looked as though acid had burned a hole in the
plastic floor material. Getting closer to the shaft, she saw that it was lined
with some disgusting organic material, a wet pink pulsing substance. The shaft
went down ten meter before curving away, and had a disturbingly vaginal quality
about it. Dena sat and stared at the rim of the hole, which emitted a wet,
faintly musky smell. A lesbian like many of the Legionaries, she was captivated
by the idea of a vagina-tunnel. Dena shook the sexual thoughts out of her head.
It was obviously an Inju trick, probably pheromones. It wouldn’t work on Dena…
she was wise to that, turning to look at the dried corpse, stripped of life so
thoroughly that it didn’t even attract carrion eaters. “Poor bastard”, she said
quietly, “never send a man to do a woman’s job”. Then she heard movement behind
her.
Dena whirled.
Firing silently as she
turned, Dena shattered the carapace of the guardian of the tunnel instantly,
before it could even shriek a warning. The gauss rifle, on “low” setting, made
only a soft chuffing noise as it send 3mm darts through the spider-like
guardian. Preoccupied by her victory over the Inju battledrone, she didn’t
notice the real guardian, the hideous monstrosity which lay waiting in a
tangled web at the top of the dome. Two whip-like tendrils shot downward. One
slammed into her arm, knocking the gun out of her grasp. “NoooooOOOOO”, she
shrieked as she watched the rifle fall down the pulsing pink tunnel. The other
struck Dena on the back of the head, pitching her forward and stunning her.
Dena felt her feet taken out from under her as she was hoisted violently
upward, flung through the air into a web, where she stuck fast.
After some time, when her
head cleared, the Legionary glanced around to see her predicament. She
immediately began to scream. In the middle of the dome a large creature, like a
giant sea anemone, hung with flailing tentacles. Flabby sacs of fluid, bulging
eyes, and a network of foul tubes that spread across the ceiling like roots.
That was what had attacked her. She was nude, and her uniform and equipment lay
in a wad of webbing that the anemone dropped down the pulsing chute. Around the
walls of the dome was a thick web, crawling with small leechlike things and
pulsing tubes. Scattered here and there, Dena could make out human figures.
Across from her, a woman hung from the fibrous web, twitching and shaking, with
tubes coming out of her vagina. Tattered scraps of a civilian jumpsuit hung
from her. The leeches had affixed themselves to the woman’s breasts. The woman
was clearly not conscious, but appeared to be in the throes of an unceasing
orgasm. Further over, a human shaped lump, also with various tubes coming out
of it, quivered slowly. Soft moans, possibly pain, possibly ecstasy, issued
forth, muffled by the thick cocoon of webbing.
Dena could see the leeches
moving towards her, attracted by her movement. She thrashed and struggled, but
could not free herself. Wasting no
time, the first leech crawled straight to her vagina, affixing powerful suction
mouthparts to her clitoris. Almost simultaneously, two more made their way
across her flat, white belly and up the swell of her small gymnast’s breasts.
Each one took hold of a nipple, both erect with fear, and began a powerful
rhythmic suction. Dena gasped unwillingly at the feel of it. Despite her
bravado, she was terrified… and aroused as she had never been. No woman,
certainly no man had ever made her feel like this. Moments later, two more just
like it joined the leech at her vagina. One attached itself to her quivering
anus, causing her to redouble her screaming and her efforts to escape. The other
pushed it’s slimy nose into her depths, burrowing vigorously inward. The
stimulation of this, combined with the sucking, took Dena to the edge of
orgasm. Only her legionary training allowed her to resist. “I shouldn’t be… oh
god so good… this aroused…. Got to be chemicals…” she thought, as the
stimulation increased. “Can’t let it make me… no… no…”, she muttered, “YES!
YES! OH GOD, YES!”.
Her screams of pleasure
quickly grew ragged and incoherent as the chemicals secreted by the leeches
settled into the Legionary’s bloodstream. In spite of this, Dena was conscious
enough to feel the other leeches slowly laying filaments across her… she was
also conscious enough to feel when long, wet tubes replaced the leeches, but
continued sucking her mercilessly. Dena knew that she was fated to end up
cocooned and thrashing, trapped in endless orgasm like the luckless women
across from her. She felt leeches moving across her pale skin, leaving tingling
trails of pleasure. As they moved across her, the leeches suckled her skin like
lovers. One moved across her face, trapping her head. Dena’s last sane thought
as a tube moved in position to cover her face, as she looked down at the dried
corpse of the man by the entrance…
“Lucky bastard.”