Dark Incarnate
MrBlack
Chapter 7 Book 2
Kelly was frightened.
She approached the canvas door on the floor. She had to see a world It had conquered. Was it her world? Or was it a world that could be if she failed? An alternate dimension, or just her
imagination? She didn’t know much but
the basics of the string theory but it held that an infinite number or worlds
or splintered side paths existed. For
every decision there was an alternate string.
Was that her mission? To see and
know what was around the bend and stop it?
She thought of the arrowheads.
Great warriors and craftsmen had nearly failed and only kicked the beast
a few century’s forward in time to her.
Now she, a young girl, was suppose to stop It, the world ender? The inevitable event horizon was out
there. Kelly’s world was changing and
once this poison gained critical mass there would be no stopping it. She had to know if she was right.
Her heart fluttered and she bent to crawl through the
magical door. She focused her mind on
it; first a staging area, then the unknown.
She felt incredibly comfortable crawling into what she had begun to
think of as her nursery. This was her
place. She had the most power here. The nursery was where she pulled the demon
seeds, the dreadful eggs from her body, and met the nargles face to face. Her room was sterile endless white. She stood inside a blank canvass wondering
what she would need.
The dark nargles, It’s creations, shared one weakness. Candace had the insight to see it. If not for blind luck she would have already
fallen, but Candace saw a fracture in their awesome dread. They all had an uncontrollable desire, a
sexual lust, for Kelly that was built into them. Was it a curse? A deadly sin?
A cosmic balance? These were
questions far beyond such a simple girl, but that wouldn’t stop her from using
every tool she had to delay the apocalypse.
Kelly wished for a different weakness but this one would have to
do. Her dress and attire needed to
invoke that lust. If she couldn’t kill
them from a distance she may need this distraction.
Candace was such an interesting spirit! Kelly had gained an
unusual sense of the extra-spatial beings around her. Candace in an odd way, using her own lusts,
had created a suit for Kelly. A suit of
armor to put it quaintly, but armor it was not.
Incredibly tight fitting cotton panties with strong elastic hems, a
pleated skirt, and modest double breasted button up shirt that resembled the
renaissance period but was thin and fit tight!
The shirt could be let out but lost all appeal. The skirt was modest, but Candace took the
time to point out it should be drawn up by rolling the waist hem when enemies
were near. The idea was to have a
reasonable appearance around people but able to turn on the charm when needed.
She had gloves with
wide cuffs so Kelly could shove them on quickly. They were ceramic reinforced with plated shielding
on the backs of her fingers and hand. This
shield ran up her forearms a bit past the elbow on the Bracers. The Top was more than just a shirt, it was a
light white cotton with banded arms the outer tunic had the buttons and hidden
armors. The deep red tunic pushed over
her shoulders with hidden plating along Kelly’s color bone and over her
shoulder blades and molded strips ran down her sides, herringbone plates also
protected her abs. Candace left her
chest with only thin fabric. When fully
tightened the armor acted like a push up bra and was meant to leave only thin
fabric and some bounce. Kelly’s legs
were protected not by the skirt and panties but by Kevlar thigh highs held in
place by a garter belt. The thin Kevlar
wouldn’t stop any bullet but were knife resistant, save a strong stab. At the knees was more ceramic but not so much
for protection; diamond shaped plates were like knifes when Kelly bent her
knee. Candace had too much fashion sense
to just end with hiking boots they were steel toe and water tight and laced up
past her calves. They were dressy and
had much more heel then Kelly was comfortable with but the boots were suitable
for any jobsite or swamp.
Kelly felt a mix of bad-ass, and when the wind blew over her
naked upper thighs, exposed. She
couldn’t even bend over without showing her panties, which Candace had been
quite specific about. When the skirt was
rolled up and the top buttoned down tight, Kelly did feel the rush of catlike
agility. The skirt was really just extra
it offered nothing when in “battle” so it didn’t matter how rolled up, in the
end it would only hinder. But it HAD to
be there for any person to person interaction. The rest of the outfit looked like a new age
renaissance lady knight. Candace said
Kelly was her little red riding hood.
The aggressive dark red did look stylish and bad-ass but Kelly argued it
had no field value. In the end Kelly
thought up a beret, it was red on the outside but inside held camouflage
infrared netting that would cover her head and shoulders when turned inside
out.
Kelly had become quite fond of a sword in combat, a rapier
handle on a very light thin double edged blade, and of course her famed crystal
dagger. She had some luck with
projectile weapons in simulations so she chose a simple carbine .223 assault
rifle. The recoil spring took most of
the kick, it was light weight, and it was fully customizable her size and
mission needs. The .223 magazines and
extra rounds did weigh a lot but being in an unknown world she couldn’t be sure
of her range simply had to have more than a sword. She had never faced anything but biological
creatures, and most of them had no more intelligence than a cunning zombie in a
cheap movie.
Her first real test was going to be an eye opener of what
evils It could produce. She would ultimately
control the world she walked into but the test was to be as close to the real
thing as possible. There would be a
finial enemy, It, and she had to kill it, but the other rules were to be as
real as possible. She would feel pain,
hunger and cold, but when the time was up she would come rushing back the
nursery. The world rules were simple,
It’s world, her time. Kelly would have
twenty four hours to kill it. Extreme
circumstances like death or dismemberment disqualified the test and she would
return immediately when her maximum pain threshold was reached. A day in Bata world would pass in mere
minutes in Alpha where It was waiting for her and she had to be ready.
Kelly closed here eyes and focused on the test world. Humidity made her skin tense, then a smell of
pine. Her uniform was a joke, a total
non-sequitor but it had tested well. She
was in the zone now. Slowly Kelly opened
her eyes and immediately a chill ran down her spine. She had been here before. A vague memory, a fantasy, that wasn’t her
own. She stepped out in her silly
outfit. As she reached back in for a
weapon the pleated school girl skirt rose enough to show the tight cameltoe cotton
panties. In her mind she knew the skirt
might as well not be there, but as the mountain air kissed her naked thigh
goosebumps and a chill ran up her teenage body.
Kelly more-less knew what awaited her.
It was her dream of the tentacle pit.
In some distant future the beast had become a resort. She saw the bamboo changing rooms dotted in
the distance surrounded by a pine forest.
A bloated fat creature that had consumed all the energy it could would await
her. Was it starving or satiated? She had transported herself to It’s final
stage; not that the spirit had any real idea of where it was going, just a
hunger to get there. This was not the
ideal scenario she had imagined. What
was ahead wasn’t a threat as she imagined, just a job to be done. This wasn’t a mission rather a mercy to the
creature.
The forest was alive and well. It had no hunger for lower creatures. Kelly tossed the rifle, and pulled out the
rapier sword belt fastened to her waist.
In her dream there had been no end to the creature and Kelly had no idea
how to destroy it, but the katana wouldn’t run out of ammunition. She expected the bloated monstrosity to be
docile or at least a thousand years beyond any real fight. She would investigate first and run back to
safety to wait her time out of it turned out different.
The surrounding of this beta world was exactly like
Earth. The idea that this place might Earth’s
future chilled her. A chill mountain
wind blew again kicking up her skirt.
Kelly stood solid like a statue in defiance of tyranny. She moved though the woods and decades of
thick pine tree growth and decay.
Approaching a bamboo changing room she wondered about the inhabitants of
this place; was it an honor to be sacrificed to the beast or a desired
pleasure? Clearly there was no sign of
forced bondage so why else were these stations here?
The tentacle pool was ahead.
It was just as she had dreamed.
In her dream she gave herself to it, and to deny her bodies temptation
was to deny her humanity. The outfit
Candace had chosen was designed by lust.
The tight panties created a form fitting camel-toe against Kelly’s
gusset, and it was growing wet. The
scent, unbeknownst to Kelly, laced the air.
The Beast awakened on the outermost layers of its consciousness. An animal sense of biological need tasted the
pubescent girl and her fertile and wanting body. The prey approached.
Kelly found the outer recreation area just as she
remembered. The stone pool seemed etched
into the mountainside. There was no
denying was the place used to be. Kelly
moved quickly past the giant swirling pool of spaghetti tentacles. It beckoned her body’s desire but she knew
there was something much more sinister beneath the surface. A fleeting moment of worry pricked her mind
as she saw nothing beyond the pool area!
A rock face shot up and into the misty sky. Was this a cloudy day or was this place
always shrouded? Her hand rested on the sword,
was she suppose to fight the pool? Was
the enemy contained beneath? She thought
not. The flat rock gave way to more pine
needles and sporadic tree growth, but she followed the cliff. Almost out of no where a stone spire appeared
and another, between the two a set of stone stairs lead down into the
rock. Two blazing torches were notched
into the Cliffside. The torches were
lit. At least that was a comforting
thought. This place had been set just
for her, how else could the two blazing fires be eternal? Kelly took one. It was made of a pine branch and would burn
all the way down to her hand. Pine was
known for its flammable resin.
The firelight lit the dark cave for a few meters. The flickering light was ominous and the dark
passage into the earth haunting. Kelly
descended the stairs. The air of the
forest had been fresh oxygen from the trees and filled with a wonderful pine
scent, as she went a few steps into the mountain a foul sea scented organic
breath made her turn back for a moment.
Just out of the light above and well below the sea level of the other
pool the stone steps descended into yet another swirling pool of reddish
flesh. What else did she expect? The mission was looking more and more
depressing as a job to be done. Along
the relatively wide canal were two channels set high and hung from the
ceiling.
Kelly had no idea how deep the pool was and poked her sword
into the mess and felt out a few more steps.
She looked at the sword tip in the firelight where several slime trails
hung. She grimaced as she had to step
into the pool to touch the torch to the side canals. They lit up with an eerie sound and raced
deep into the cave. Her boot would never
be the same, fresh brown dress leather drenched in an unknown milky slime.
The job repulsed her worse than cleaning a septic tank or
working in a sewer, but it was all apart of her mission. No matter she had to spend the time
here. Slowly Kelly took the first step
down. The fire channels were heating the
smell to a stomach churning level, the step wasn’t so bad beyond that. Her boots and Kevlar socks held against
another two steps. Unlike her dream
memory these tentacles didn’t react to her.
There was almost no difference than warm water as she descended the
pool. They did ebb and wave as she moved
just like a thick viscous liquid but nothing more. The tentacle pool was like thick still
seaweed.
Gently she felt for the next step and it seemed that the
floor was the third step. As Kelly
stretched searching for that unexpected step the pool crested over the sock and
touched her bare thigh. She felt the
warm wet flesh, the slime a conductor for thought and sense. This mountain was the central nervous system
and brain of the creature she came to kill.
The tentacles began to show some mild sense of her presence. This touch was nothing more than a flash and
Kelly knew how much of she raw pent up purpose was lost conducting through her
skin and into her psyche. The inertia
was not lost on her. She was like a
skittish rabbit venturing into a field.
Kelly pulled back immediately and raced back up the steps.
Back in the fresh air she felt safe again and she slung
herself on the ground just glad to be out.
Long pine needles clung to the mucus that coated boots. This was a job yes, but how to go about
it. She knew that at the center
somewhere there would be some brain stem or some mass she would destroy. She knew at the source her dagger would be
enough, but the getting there was daunting.
If by some magic she could go back and gain the stealth she might be
able to sneak to that point, but it was waking.
Every second she lingered here the behemoth grew more aware. It had been asleep for hundreds possibly
thousands of years. Kelly sat wide eyed
in the forest quiet.
Plan A, she could run in guns blazing and use what little
surprise she had left and try to make it to the center. She would be moving fast and likely trip and
fall and swim in the pool a bit and who knows what was around the bend! Plan B, wait until her time was up and end
the simulation. It would be an utter
failure but maybe she learned something along the way and come back better
equipped next time with a nuke! Plan C,
go back in carefully like the scared bunny rabbit and try her best.
Considering how Kelly knew she would never wait the full
time without trying further, and that running in guns blazing had a very low
probability of success she had to choose plan C.
Carrying half a million crushed pine needles on her boots
Kelly descended the stair again. At the
pool there were only mild signs of movement and awakening. Plan A said she had a chance at
surprise. The hallway ran as far as she
could see. The two torch channels didn’t
quite meet but the heat and humidity of the tunnel blurred the way past fifty
yards or so. The Channels didn’t falter
so why should the floor?
A pine-needle covered boot slowly entered the pool with
trepidation. The spaghetti noodle pool
recoiled at first them swarmed. Kelly
watched as the tentacles looked like bees, not angry, but curious and
communicating. This was obviously a very
early stage of curiosity and time was running out on the whole surprise
thing. Kelly lunged forward making the
whole canal wake. The returning wake
sloshed against her bare skin as she continued forward sword in hand.
New life invigorated the docile noodles as they began to
explore the disturbance. Kelly pushed on
several meters away from the stairs. The
tentacles were laughably weak, but tried exploring her legs. A cringe of sensation made Kelly slow as tiny
thread like roots pushed inside her Kevlar socks. One lucky root was tickling behind her knee
almost eight inches deep in the sock.
Kelly tried to ignore the bother and pushed like a giant onward pulling
the trail of tentacles with her.
Kelly reached the first of what she thought of as stations,
every twenty meters the canal widened into a small cross with a stands. The stands had an insert that must have held
some relic or maybe just a place for a torch or light instrument. The young warrior paused to pull the roots out
of her stocking. The deep reddish color
of the tentacle was an outer protective sheath.
Her gloved hand pulled group of tiny threads out of her clothing. The lively exposed tentacles were bright pink
and white with spider webs of blue purple veins. Kelly held eight to ten of the freakish
threads in her grip. They were
incredibly lively now that the sensitive organs pushed out, but still posed no
real threat. She scooped the rest out
ending the pathetic trail of tag along creatures. Kelly paused for only a moment to notice how
the prehensile things were not only exploring inside her clothing but used the
hem to step upward. Her skin had several
slime trails that even the hot air kissed with a cold touch. She afforded herself only a moment’s hesitation
looking back at the fading light of the stair.
What if the whole pool was this alive?
It was now or never.
Two more stations past and Kelly felt a heavy weight
attempting to hold her back. There were
several hundred roots. Her body had
reacted to the sexual fantasy of her dream as soon as she arrived in this
world. She knew Candace’s panties were
tight but thin. Several searching
tentacles were dangerously close to her elastic panty hem. The next station wasn’t far she chose to push
on. The stations were night because they
afforded her more light. The oil burning
runner made the turn and followed the walls including the extra width of the
hallway station. One of the devilish
tentacles was poking at the soft crevice of her butt at the very top of her
thigh. Kelly gritted her teeth in
annoyance and pushed ever harder to the stations extra light. As if standing outside the main channels
would offer some protection, Kelly huddled close to the stone stand. Her hand raked hundreds of roots out of her
socks and threw them with a wet slap.
The entrance was over half a football field away and she could still see
the light, but the tunnel didn’t show any signs of ending. The pools hive mind of awakening couldn’t be
denied.
Something had to change.
Kelly knew she wouldn’t make it with her fancy ceramic plated knees
digging into the swamp as she moved.
Either she had to move faster, much faster, or turn back and regroup. Turning back meant she would have to fight
every inch of this turned and kill the pool.
It seemed impossible. There
wasn’t the kind of threat she had expected and she had to change tactic. Kelly backed against the stone block and used
her hands to jump back and sit atop.
Thick slime like snakes clung to her boots and legs as she pulled
free.
The stone was hard and unforgiving against her butt. Kelly was quite uncomfortable as she tried to
balance. The slime covered her gloves
and shoe laces. The only way she could
move fast was to remove the drag from her legs.
The idea was repulsive but she had to adapt to overcome and Candace’s
armor offered little protection here.
The girl struggled for a moment before she ripped the gloves
off in anger. The white gloves sank with
slow finality as the awakening tentacles pulled them under forever. Kelly’s legs splayed in the air as she
struggled with the high lace boots.
Finally removing one and then the other she tossed them against the far
stand hoping to throw off her scent. Her
skirt was a joke and her panties were almost slimy at the gusset, but not from
the pool, rather from her own bodies betrayal.
Her knees bent up trying to huddle as far from the pool as possible the
unthinkable began to emerge. The stand
didn’t have a clove for holding a torch but a hold fit for a small creature in
the center. Kelly felt the bump against
her most sensitive just as she unhooked the garter belt from the first
sock. Squirming she looked down between
her legs to see a grotesque hammerhead penis emerge. Her mind hadn’t reached the limit yet and was
still very rational. She wasn’t in too
much danger yet, but the recognition of a flared horse penis pushing against
her scantly clad pussy was sobering. The
thing was far too large. It had the
girth of a manly coffee cup. But that
didn’t stop it from teasing her crotch.
Wiggeling Kelly pulled the first sock off. Her pale bare toes and legs a stark contrast
to the red and swimming pool. The
impatient penis was shoving harder and harder, the head mashing against the wet
fabric protecting her clam. It was
pushing so hard it threatened to topple her.
Kelly’s cringe factor was pushed as she felt a gush of hot cum mash
against her and lace onto her stomach.
She hoped it would retreat, but as she went for the second sock the
meaty shaft shoved up and past her crotch.
Kelly had to hug the warm thing as she struggled to get the second sock
off. Several times the hard cock jumped
spewing creamy egg white semen into the air slapping her as its meaty shaft
beat her chest. It was easily two feet
in length. A long rope of impossibly
thick cum dripped from her hair onto her cheek.
An involuntary shiver drove Kelly to smear the stain with her shoulder
off her face, but the salty cum was on her lips now. The sock was off and Kelly threw it but the
mountain of meat was between her splayed legs.
If she attempted to slide off to one side or the other she could easily
fall.
It would hurt the beast but what did she care? Kelly pushed forward forcing the horse penis
down with her crotch. She would come off
the stand just as she jumped up. Kelly
felt every inch of the slick ridged meat as she rode over and the flair
threatened to catch between her legs mid
jump.
The tentacle pool wasn’t just warm it was hot against her
naked legs. Her heart thrummed in her
chest not just from fear but from the surprisingly strong spaghetti tentacles
shoving between her toes and prodding every exposed poor within reach. Kelly popped the buttons on the skirt, it was
just as useless. She pushed on only
looking back for a moment to see the horse cock throb angrily and lively
tentacles jumping onto her wool skirt to pull it under.
Kelly was moving incredibly fast and was nearing the next
station. The tentacles couldn’t get any
real purchase against her slimy legs as she moved. She saw a large sheath covered tentacle
pushing up from each stand. Just like
the smaller tentacles in the pool but these were as large as her wrist. They shot up in the air a few inches pausing
like a sniffing animal before the red lips parted to reveal the sensitive
gland. Just like the horse member these
had a single eye than transfixed Kelly’s focus before one hesitated and
throbbed shooting a weak slab of chunky semen onto the surface of the pool the
second followed suit. Each seemed lost in
mad rapture shooting further and further in her direction before they lost all
aim and sprayed the ceiling walls and even her with a lucky shot or two.
The air of the tunnel was growing more and more dank. Kelly felt she was descending not into the
earth but down some creature’s gullet.
The fire was consuming oxygen and the horrible organic smell of the pool
mixed with fresh semen was unbearable.
She pushed on fighting panic. She
wanted nothing more than to pull her sword and start slashing at the pool, but
her mind knew that would be fruitless.
The next station was near. Kelly
stumbled forward grabbing the stone like a drunkard. She looked down into the dark hole and knew
something would push up into her face at any moment, but she had an idea. Kelly pulled her knife and held it in a weak
hand. It wouldn’t take much; let that
sensitive gland push up into the sharp point.
She stood there for a few minutes wrenching her stomach into the pool
until she had nothing but dry heaves. The
longer she stood still the searching tentacles became more adventurous and
determined. Kelly angrily swatted one
especially vigorous tentacle. It had
extended its putrid pink gland and was trying to get inside the hem of her
panties. Of course the lowest point was
her delicate pussy. It just tickled at
first, but as it tasted her sweet pheromones became agitated and forceful, but
still fooled by the plastered cameltoe cotton barrier.
She stood on shaking knees but somehow felt better. She could swear she felt a breeze. Did the cave have a natural chimney for the
smoke and fresh air exchange? It wasn’t
a crazy idea for the builders to include an air shaft. Kelly spun back out into the main channel the
innumerable flaccid tentacles like a seaweed swamp. Nothing ever emerged from the pedestals. She looked back and the daylight was all but
gone, more worrisome was the fire channels seem to end.
Forging on she reached the next station where she swore she
saw the fire flicker with wind. Two more
stations as fast as she could and Kelly judged she must be over a football
field into the mountain. Sure enough the
oil fire dipped into a larger crevice in the rock and disappeared. On the bright side she could see steps
leading up and onto a dirt clearing. New
life filled her as she sprinted for the fresh ground. Just as the latter steps descended into the
pool these ascended and Kelly threw herself onto the solid ground. The runs of slime pooled under her legs and
dry dusty dirt clung to every wet sticky place a tentacle had touched. Her bottom had been thoroughly explored. Looking back an obvious trail of agitated
tentacles searched for her. The trek had
been much further than she anticipated and she wondered what was next as she
took a minute to wipe the drying semen from her face and wring it from her
hair.
Surveying the clearing Kelly looked for anything to use like
a torch. She cursed herself for not
thinking to bring a light of any kind.
All she could see were small objects that appeared silken in spider
web. The thought of poisonus spiders
never crossed her mind, but this was a cave.
Were there bats in here to? Kelly
stabbed her sword into the dirt, at least it wasn’t solid rock! And used it
like a cane to stand up. She grabbed
what must have been a dead rat or bat sucked dry by the spiders unseen and
dipped it into the oil cistern just long enough to soak and she tossed it into
the distance.
The clearing was vast and so were the dead creatures. Kelly gathered several more, careful they
didn’t have any creepy crawlies still hanging on, and tossed them into the dark
like grenades. Along the walls were many
holes, much larger and probably dug long after the place was built by some
tunneling rodent. The tunnels were
larger than any rodent she had ever seen.
Almost a foot and a half, these must have been rodents of unusual size,
(ROUS’s).
Kelly threw with all her might and her fire bomb hit a pool
of dripping oil. She could make out
something hanging from the ceiling, some bit of architecture. The burning oil slick must be dripping from
the thing. The extra light showed much
larger spider webbing that incased the very walls and even some of the rodent tunnels. She took a small firebomb and tossed it right
up into the chandelier by accident. The
vast clearing came to light. A clear
rocky wall was at the back and the chandelier rose higher and higher, but only
the lowest level was lit. A dark tunnel
was in a corner, large enough for her to follow lead down and out of
sight. She didn’t want to imagine where
it might lead. The rock wall had several
ledges all spun with spiders silk.
Kelly searched the place looking for any clue. Down was the last place she wanted to go, but
there was nothing of any importance here.
No secret levers on the wall or hidden doors. Up was her only other possibility but it
would be a touch climb and just out of sight were large blankets of serious
spider web. The cob webs below could
have been made over the past hundred years, but above looked strong like
something she had never seen before.
There was no shortage of dried mummies on the floor. Could they have once been bats and got
caught? It didn’t matter Kelly gathered
a few and quickly ran them thought the oil slick to toss them at the dark
passage down. The utterly smooth and
empty hallways turned as the firelight beckoned her to explore. But just around the bed at sea level with the
other pool the pathway descended into tentacles. Kelly knew that with scuba gear she could
follow it, but that was only until a lucky tentacle grabbed an air hose. The way was closed to her, she would have to
try climbing.
Kelly went back to the main hall and looked up. Massive inner and outer rings were tiered so
that one ring fed another with an oil drip.
There was no way to tell how tall the cavern was. Spider web waved from the heat rising above
so there had to be an air channel if not a way out. At this point Kelly questioned her ability to
kill the monster. If it was down inside
the tunnel she would never get it. Well
she would have to kill each tentacle and haul it out, but that was insane. Her chances of facing the true enemy by going
up were slim. The hundred or so yards
back out the canal felt like a walk of shame and defeat. She had to go up.
Opposite the way down was a gentle climbing platform. Standing on it made her almost eye level with
the first fire ring. She used the high
vantage point to light and toss another fire bomb into the next ring. A massive spider web caught fire against the
far wall and blazed up like fuel. Three
more fire rings were lit and several mini-bursts of burning web went like
fireworks.
Kelly froze as she gazed up.
A cluster of eyes reflected the dancing firelight. The spider wasn’t as big as the one she
trained against but this scenario was as close to real as it got. Her rifle would have been great about now,
but even that had minimal affects against insects and arachnids. Her hand went to the hilt of the rapier
sword, if it jumped she had to be fast enough to raise the blade and let it
impale itself. She knew the spider’s
exoskeleton would be tougher than her swing alone. The walk of shame back through the tentacle
canal suddenly looked much brighter! She
slowly backed away keeping her eyes locked on to its.
Not looking back Kelly slipped as she back stepped onto a
strong strand of spider webbing. Her
head went back and feet went up. No
sooner had her back hit the dirt the spider was on top of her. It pinned her legs back and it’s incredible
body bent in close for a hug. The hug
was a kiss of poison. In a flash it bit
at her color bone. Kelly was trying to
regain the breath that had been knocked out of her, and in the compromising
position the spider must have thought the venom hit home, but the Kevlar tunic
almost completely stopped the bite.
Almost stopped the bite but not completely, because one fang did break
though and broke her skin. The fall
knocked the breath out of the girl and as Kelly tried to regain it her legs
were splayed wide and knees pinned against the rock floor. The compromising extreme missionary position
wasn’t at all helping her lungs and her right shoulder was going numb. Panic raced in her mind and her vision was
blurry but the hairy spider was jumping up and down on her as if having mad
sex, but the spinneret ran spider web faster than she could think. The fires above shown the creature as
nightmarish shadow as it worked.
The spider backed off as if to examine its prey and let the
poison work. Kelly struggled against
panic and her bonds, both had to be accepted.
Her body was compromised; the cotton panties, soaked from her own
vaginal lubricant, were her only protection.
She was on display and ready to be taken. The spider didn’t know that most of the poison
had been stopped, but Kelly wasn’t able to use that to her advantage. She calmed and her breathing came back to
normal accepting the panic and situation.
The air in the cave was heated and made her cheeks flush and sweat, but
now the air kissed her crotch in the most unsettling way. She was upturned and displayed, hopelessly
bound for the world to see.
Her hands were at her side pinned down by high tensile
strength spider wire. Her shoulder and
right arm were going numb and Kelly was quickly losing control over her
hand. Her sword was useless at the cross
draw on her left side and the knife was on her paralyzed right. She had to endure what was coming or hope
that her pain threshold was met and she would be returned to the nursery. The poison didn’t cause pain only
numbness. Her mind however was
unaffected. Maybe she should have added
a rule about mental stress and panic, but that was too late.
The spider had been hiding back in the shadows and as
Kelly’s breathing normalized and she accepted her bonds it approached. It was brown and totally different than her
training spider. This spider was very
hairy. The thick wiry hair looked
delicate enough to sense the slightest change in air pressure but thick and
strong like a bears but a tiny fraction as dense. It rushed her helpless splayed body with no
fear. To the spiders knowledge she had
been hit with a full dose of the paralyzing poison, not just her right
arm. Kelly wasn’t sure how this would
help her but tried her best not to let it know.
With slower deliberate movements the spider hovered savoring
the meal to come. The friary oil pool
was somewhere behind to her left and she could really see the thing now. Having the large sentient mass of creature
with its eight eyes hovering between her spread legs threatened to throw her
into a screaming fit. Kelly had
encountered enough creatures to know their intentions, but this was far
different. She was somewhat relived it
hadn’t killed her outright, though that might have been a mercy. Did it plan a slow agonizing death by
vampirism? Its large mandibles and
rather small fangs were pulled aside like a snake widening its mouth. Just as her training spider all the innards
must be soft organ tissue below the exoskeleton. This spider had a much more human mouth for
feeding. Maybe this was the key to its
success and size. This spider and the
apparent rats had inhabited these tunnels long after the temple’s former glory
and fall into decay. They were parts of
this beta world and an unknown evolution.
The spiders face wasn’t exactly what she had expected. Never-the-less the creature bared a very
human set of decaying teeth and an eerie demonic human facsimile smile at her
open crotch.
It moved in using a sense of smell Kelly would never understand
to taste the air and her bared pheromones.
If only Kelly had some way of striking at that soft tissue. The chance seemed upon her. If she could get loose and stab the spider
with her knife. Kelly lost focus of the
spider for moment and bent to her right trying to force her dumb hand to feel
for the knife. Get the knife cut the
cord, stab the creature.
She had nothing but a bit of soaked cotton to protect her
slit and vaginal canal and her struggles waved it in front of the spider
teasing. An inhumanly long tongue lashed
out and against her privates. Kelly
couldn’t resist a pent up shiver of sexual anticipation at the wet touch. Her body was beyond her conscious control and
poured sexual gruel awaiting the penetration.
Her body knew nothing of circumstance, only that she was prime age and
stimuli was available that could lead to penetration. The reaction was nothing more than an attempt
to ease the potentially violent sexual encounter her body knew would soon come. Her DNA was designed to survive and that
meant against her wishes if needed.
The ugly face bent close to her steaming panties. The tongue was worse than the tentacles; its
prehensile ability was driven by a more cunning mind. The tongue acted like a finger and in one
swoop pulled her dripping panties aside yanking the fabric into a rolled thong. Candace had been clear on her design and left
plenty of butt cheeks to show, but now the taunt fabric twisted and pulled
against the splayed crevice of her butt.
The creature tasted her scent long before now. It liked her pubescence and pushed in
closer. Its teeth bit at her soft flesh
and mons-pubis mound as its tongue ran her depths. Not to hurt merely securing its
dominance. Those decaying teeth rubbed
against her inflamed clitoris. He body
was taking over against and bucked against the cunnilingus.
Kelly had to close her eyes she couldn’t bare to see the
sight. A massive spider was violating
her and playing her body like an instrument.
She hadn’t made a written checklist of changes and preparation for this
beta world, but one was obvious to her now, her love canal was virginal
again. Never before in history had an
experienced woman felt her virginity for a second time. The tongue was rather small less than a single
finger and it didn’t break her hymen.
With her eyes close Kelly could only focus on the sensation driving deep
and exploring her like a piece of meat.
But as it explored she was taken by a new perspective she thought lost
forever. As it explored her, she in sensation,
was being allowed to explore herself.
The sobering fact of opening her eyes and seeing the monster
silhouette hovering above her brought the fear back. Fire behind reflected in its mysterious eyes
when it pulled the thin pointed tongue from the deepest part of her cervix leaving
her flower dripping ready and wanting. Those
evil eyes bent back in and began to prod her anus. The tongue darted, stabbing at her clenching
resistance until even the tight star of her butt was lubricated enough to allow
entrance. The tongue pushed in but
unlike her pussy the spider pushed deeper and deeper not finding any internal
resistance. The human like teeth pushed
in and came to rest against her splayed form so the tongue could achieve
maximum depth. The penetration had Kelly
panting and shoving with all her might against the intrusion. Her colon worked against the tongue pushing
up and down on it like a sleeve.
The “spider” had its origins more in genetic tampering than
evolution, but evolution chose it to be one of the few surviving species of the
baron land formally known as earth. The
creation had no lust only hunger (the wendigo).
It’s testing the prey whether it would make a better host for
propagation or just another meal. Kelly
might have been disappointed to know this, but it would do the same even if she
were male, or even a wild animal. The
spider was very interested in this blood bag; it was very clean and
healthy.
Kelly moaned and yelped as the impossibly long tongue
investigated her colon and large intestine.
Not that she was trying to prepare for anal intercourse, rather she just
didn’t want to be hungry, but her stomach was totally empty and she turned off
her hunger, and thirst. These were minor
things she didn’t want to be bothered with while fighting the grand evil, but
now she pondered the weight of that decision as the tongue probed her. There was absolutely no fecal matter, was
that its goal? The question disgusted her. She was shocked by another wave of autonomous
pushing by her bowels. The effort was
futile to get the tongue out but when she re opened her eyes the spider had
hunched up and bent double.
Its tongue pulled out.
The instrument of her torture was barely an inch in diameter but its
constant shoving and pulling left her anus as open and relaxed her sex. She clenched and relaxed as it touched her
one last time. Bent back with her knees
pinned to the ground at her shoulders it was so easy to relax her genital areas
and took a colossal effort to tense and fight.
Her cheeks were flushed her entire body was covered in
sweat. The Kevlar upper felt like a
sweltering straight jacket. Her legs and
thighs were slick with her sweet body odor pheromones and sweat. Everything about this tiny girl called to the
spider. The hairly abdomen moved and
began to swey closer and closer to her crotch.
Her panties were still twirled and pulled aside but half covered her
loose anus. The apex point of its large
body held the spinnerets, but just below slightly more protected was the
opening of its sex. The spider bent and
positioned its eights legs hugging Kelly’s form close as if she needed anymore
restraints. She couldn’t see anything
but the creatures opened face. The
chitin plated mandibles were still pulled wide exposing the sorrowful human
organ of a face underneath. Kelly struggled
against the poison again if only she could get her arm to hand to grab the
knife and cut the webbing. Her whole
body shoved and pulled at the maximum give of the cage, but nothing worked.
The spider’s organ was revealed and barely stood out like a
tiny knob on its body. Kelly continued
to struggle as the spider hugged her tight.
She felt the knob press against her as she moved. Her heart raced knowing there was no way
out. The knob grew into a hard
spike. Kelly’s struggles threatened to
seat it; it was just between her vaginal opening and her anus. Kelly’s heart raced, but it occurred to her
that maybe she had a choice. The thing
tensed and grew slightly. It wasn’t much
yet, to the spider it had an eternity to mate so things moved very slowly. Kelly cringed she didn’t like it at all but
maybe she had to trust her body and it’s functions she pushed against the knob
and settled it on her clenched butt. Her
anus was a waste treatment function and was very powerful at moving things out,
but it was going to hurt.
The knob finding a warm wet hole throbbed again and like an
opening flower it peeled back a protective skin. The sensitive organ was pressed inside
Kelly’s struggling orifice. The knob had
penetrated the sphincter and the ovipositor was released inside. Kelly could feel with hypersensitivity. Her helpless body could do little else but
feel. The spider continued to throb and
extend the organ deep and deeper. It was
a ridiculously slow process. Kelly’s
body was losing a war. The organ was
much larger than the tongue, but felt similar.
It would push and her body shoved against it. Sometimes she would win and the organ would
retreat, but as the battle went on her anal cavity merely shoved over the organ
allowing it deeper instead of pushing it back.
Time faded and Kelly’s sight was growing dim with fatigue. She had no idea how long it had been but the
organ had won and was deeper inside her than she imagined possible.
The Spider had one goal to push ever deeper until it felt a
real tight resistance. It was a blanket
action that worked on any animal, whether a horse or human and didn’t matter
anal or cervical penetration. Once it
felt this most intimate depth it released its eggs.
Kelly’s colon had been penetrated. The colon extends some twelve inches, and
somewhere the body forces it to bend and turn.
The organ had been pressing against Kelly’s colons’ turn for a few
minutes. Her body was now dripping in
sweat her hair matted her head and even the drying tentacle semen was slowly
washing away. In a mighty shove to expel
the demon her body did the work and her colon stretched over the invading
organ. The spider instinctively flexed
and shoved it’s organ deeper past clench point.
There was an obvious change in the spider. It had held her tight and even used its legs
to bump and encourage her but now it held as tight as she could breathe. Kelly was absolutely hopeless when the first
egg pressured her sphincter. The organ
kept changing as it proceded deeper, now it was soft and slug like with an egg
waiting to travel down. They weren’t
large, to the creature which must outweigh Kelly by several hundred pounds they
were tiny. A few more eggs had descended
and bottled up behind the first. Her
tightness had been overcome before, but Kelly hadn’t given up. The spider gripped her hard enough to push
the air from her lungs and it’s ovipositor hardened to the diameter of the soft
slippery golf ball sized eggs. The first
three were instantly pushed in past her resistance. Kelly was panting trying to catch her breath
and wrap her mind around what had happened.
The small teens body was lost in a mix matched confused
signals. Odd sexual domination and
pleasure juxtaposed to the bodies natural reflexes left Kelly spinning. The first egg was knocking against the
resistance bend in her colon. Once it
made that bend even her violent pushes couldn’t dislodge it outright. Only time and natural motion could move it
down. When Kelly pushed she filled her
bowels with blood pressure and actually made it harder to overcome this
bottleneck. Her resistance was gifted with another
gasping punishment. Two of the first
three were free to explore her stomachs depths.
Kelly hated to the feeling of relief as the pressure
subsided once they were past and she couldn’t really feel them anymore. Another was at her clinched butt while the
third began to knock requesting to join the others. Instinctively Kelly took a deep breath
anticipating the punishing hug, but as she inhaled she actually allowed the
third egg to be pulled inside. Naturally
this revolted her and she shoved trying to push out and only pushed onto the
waiting eggs. Two more golf balls
bulleted inside in that moment of weakness.
She was beyond losing, she had lost, her mind struggled to
cope and she didn’t know how many eggs had been pushed inside. She was lost in a push pull reaction. Pushing against the eggs with her whole
strength, and the inevitable relax and heavy breathing that followed such a
straining effort.
Her stomach began to ache.
Not her anus and sphincter but her deep stomach felt bloated and
full. She had been taken advantage of
before, but never raped like this. Her
breaths were in short gasps of fatigue where she could feel another eggs push
past her limits then she turned red faced shoving with all her might but
accomplished nothing. The eggs just
waiting their turn as more and more filled her.
The ovipositor filled her to her maximum. Eggs were backed up from the very tip deep
inside her well past her sphincter to the disgusting sack where they were
made. Kelly was reduced to a heaving
weak mess. The creature felt her
fullness. It had never found such a
suitable host for its offspring. Usually
a deer or wolf was eat up with parasites and disease that would kill and feed
off the eggs long before they matured.
And the rats; the dreaded rats mortal enemy of the spiders! The rats were immune to the poison, just as
they were immune to most any biological disease or bacteria.
Kelly was helpless and too weak to fight anymore. She had no idea how long this struggle had
lasted or how many eggs were inside her stomach now. They must reach the full length of her large
intestine and maybe further. She felt
the wretch of throwing up a few times.
Every time her body took over and wretched or heaved the dreaded eggs
shoved deeper and deeper with ever increasing pressure. The organ with as full of eggs as the girl
and began it’s slimy exit. The
ovipositor slid over and out leaving its last bursting full cargo of eggs
inside. Kelly felt the soft organ
retreat and only the hard knob remained.
Kelly was so weak her shoves amounted to almost
nothing. Her body was overcome. The unthinkable happened the spinneret began
to stick webbing against her. Her rolled
panties were still hanging on and the web followed them creating a seal over
her butt. The knob moved forward and
released the pressure against her anus.
Instantly two or three eggs rocketed out but it held the hairy underside
too close to let many out and the spinneret closed her butt off almost dipping
inside her sphincter to seal with web.
The knob pushed into the crease of her soaked pussy and
kelly’s heart stopped fearing the worst, but the spider finished it’s work and
walked over her totally uninterested.
The knob had pulled quite a lot of her gruel pussy juice along with it
and a long strand laced her face as it walked over. She couldn’t help lick the liquid from her
lips. She was glad it wasn’t feted semen
from some dark source but her own bodies spice cake lubricant disgusted her
mind.
Her stomach was bloated beyond any gas pain or over
eating. She had always relished being
“stuffed” on turkey day or even the relief of passing large amounts of gas when
she was a child. This stuffing was
relentless. Her stomach skin was
stretched and inside the tight suit felt like a marshmallow. Her stomach never stopped trying to relieve
the pressure. She kept feeling the need
and her body tried for a bowel movement even as weak as she was with no
luck. The eggs would squish down in some
places and mash together only to spring back when she relaxed.
The constant heart wrenching pushes succeeded in one thing,
however; her right hand was feeling warm again.
The blood pressure was pushing feeling a power back into her arm. Kelly focused more and more on her limp right
shoulder and arm. As she focused on
that, her stomach seemed to accept the eggs and the constipated pushes were
less and less often.
She regained her hand to the wrist and with her fingertips
felt the hilt of the crystal knife. She
hadn’t done it since being raped but she gave a mighty twist to her side. Kelly’s stomach didn’t like it but her
fingers were able to snap the latch and slide the knife out.
She breathed as much of a sigh as her bloated belly and
bonds would allow. Finally she had a
chance. The spider was gone, but the
girl juice was still drying on her neck and face so it hadn’t been long. Kelly hoped it would go recuperate for a few
months before venturing back out. She
freed her wrist, then right hip. She had
to struggle a bit waiting on more poison to fade until she was able to move her
forearm. The spider only pinned her by
the vital joints nothing unnecessary. As
she regained her right arm she slung her hand over her pinned leg onto her
chest to grab at the button of the shirt armor.
Kelly pulled it open free and almost had an orgasm of liberation. She was finally able to take deep breaths and
her stomach was free to bloat out as far as it wanted. The eggs inside settled with a spring jelly
like buoyancy. She had never felt so
relieved by a single motion before in her life.
More and more she was able to move.
Her right knee was pinned back leaving her bare feet in the air, and she
freed it next. Her leg flopped down
allowing another somewhat satisfying step back to freedom.
With most of her right side free and with her right arm
regaining almost all motion below the shoulder Kelly dropped the knife and went
for the seal. The spider sealed the eggs
inside and the cramps wouldn’t stop until she had it gone. She was so exhausted but her body’s top
priority was to expel the eggs and would continue to exhaust her more with useless
straining cramps. The web was incredibly
sticky and threatened to tie her vital hand up at first, but the saving grace
was her panties. Her rolled panties had
stayed on and still strong. The in the
tiny crevice the web was attached to the cotton not her body. Kelly grabbed the ruined cotton and pulled
even more. The web was like band aid
only stronger. It must have pulled the
top most layer of skin off with it but as Kelly pulled back on the straining
panties she felt the simultaneous pressure of an egg easing out of her
bottom. Her strength was barely enough
but she wrenched back and allowed the pressure of several eggs to pop out. Her body reacted by shoving but her arm
weakened only the pressure of the eggs popping out held the panties open. Her body emptied until it was too much. The girl regained from the overpowering
sensation and pulled at the webbing again but she had done enough to release
some pressure. Her stomach was
incredibly bloated past the bend in her colon but at least the last six or
eight inches were emptied.
With on leg down Kelly went for the second. Her hip muscles were cramping from the
unusual position. Then her left hips and
hand. She didn’t know why she didn’t try
for her left hand earlier. Her left arm
was fully capable and took the knife and finished the rest of the cuts.
Kelly’s frail body was finally free and she rolled over onto
her bloated belly slightly crunched with one leg up in the recovery
position. Her stomach was still shoving
but only one or two more eggs made their way down where she fought the sticky
spider web to let them out. The web was
sticky and pulled her skin but on the panties it was impossible, she made the
decision to pull her panties completely down.
As Kelly moved eggs popped down and slowly made their way out her
constantly relaxed anus at random. Each
would double her over as it exited in a wave of pleasure. It wasn’t exactly a sexual pleasure but more
a release pleasure. The anal sphincter
has as many or more nerve endings as any sexual organ, and Kelly felt
everything.
Kelly could only lie for a moment stringing trying to push
more eggs but none would come. The scene
around her was gruesome. Web, slime, and
dying eggs were dusted with the superfine brown dusty dirt. The room was silent except for the flickering
fire. Kelly was so exhausted she was
tempted to sleep. The pressure in her
stomach was uncomfortable but bearable.
She tried to stand but gravity seemed a hundred times stronger. She had unbuttoned the outer tunic but still
felt confined. It took an effort and
strength Kelly thought would never return but she sat up. He stomach hurt and stretched at every
turn. She shed the last but of the tunic
off her back and the white shirt was soaked with sweat at stretched over her
swollen stomach like a pregnant woman.
The impossible was becoming possible again, she never thought she would
have the will, but Kelly pulled the shirt off.
It got hung on her taunt breasts and hard nipples. She finally pulled it free and left her chest
bouncing and cold in the air. There was
no way she could put the shirt back on.
The tunic was worth keeping.
Kelly had been doing all this while sitting at an angle with
her legs laying out long. This was
because sitting up normal put her belly in a crunch. She stopped and rubbed her hands over her
naked belly. She wasn’t popped out ready
to give birth or anything, but a noticeable bump was undeniable. Her skin was stretched taunt. Her bowels were utterly full. She couldn’t allow herself to think about it
or she would end up in a heaving pile of weakness again. She needed to get out of here.
Her surrounding took on a new meaning. She was toying with danger with tentacles
tickling her bottom as she came in but now it was real and she couldn’t imagine
the hundred yard walk back out, but that could be her only way. The path and ledges leading up was unreliable
at best. The weak bloated teen tried to
stand but fell onto all fours. There
were several rat holes all around a way up and a way down into the tentacle
pit, and of course the way back.
Her mind was made up when she caught a flicker of movement
in the firelight just inside the shadows.
Another spider slowly approached.
This was defiantly different than the first. It was the same type and shape, however it
had pine green camouflage mixed with brown.
Kelly froze, and so did the spider. She could only guess at its intentions but no
doubt it wouldn’t be any good for her.
She couldn’t imagine being fully bitten or raped again. Her closest escape beside a full run out the
tentacle canal was a rat hole only a few feet away. The hole was more than tall enough for her to
slip into but the spider would never be able to follow. Without thinking Kelly dove for the
hole.
Her belly heaved and pulled along one step behind it felt,
but she made it into the dusty hole just as she felt a pinch on her Achilles
heel. The spider tried to pull back but
there was no hope as it slipped off and she military crawled on her elbows
deeper.
The hole was big enough for her to enter and maybe back out
of but she could never turn around and suddenly she felt claustrophobic as the
light dimmed behind her. With a deep
breath and an aching stomach Kelly was giving courage by knowing that the
spider would be waiting for her back in the light.
The sword and armored tunic was left behind, but worse of
all Kelly left her knife. She was
totally naked and without any defense beyond her fists. Her belly gave a violent shove as she
ventured deeper and the pain stopped her in her tracks. Her body was regaining strength and natural bodily
functions but the eggs were anything but natural. She curled as much as the tunnel would let
her and grabbed her belly as another cramp took her. This was why she made the split second
decision for her anus; Kelly couldn’t imagine that many eggs sitting neatly
inside her womb. She gasped and tasted
the dry earth as she felt several descend her colon and the painful cramp
eased. She wondered how many had invaded
her body. This push felt like it may be
the last. Even the large bloat seemed to
have moved lower as her hands rested on her abdomen. She didn’t push hard but she tried to assist
the bulge down, pushing gently down against her belly button. One of the eggs gently rested at her abused butthole
and she tried to push as she lay on her side.
One popped out, but she didn’t have any luck on the others. The eggs were suctioned inside her and would
have to relax out. As she pushed harder
and harder her tight butt opened and even gaped but the lining of her colon
hadn’t had a chance to relax and release it down. She was trying too hard. At least one more made it out and the others
didn’t cause too much discomfort. She
continued on and found as she moved her body naturally let them down and she
stopped to pop one out and then another.
Kelly was becoming so accustomed to things moving past her sphincter she
didn’t even slow as she crawled forward.
There was an excited pleasure that made her heart race when one jumped
out unexpectedly while her leg pushed forward for a hold.
The strange sensation and musing came crashing down when
Kelly heard something in the dark. She
suddenly stopped and held her breath.
Her ears rang straining to hear identify the noise in the pitch
dark. Panic started to rise again. She didn’t even have a point of
reference. The tunnel to this point was
mostly straight but she didn’t doubt a fork or turn was ahead somewhere. Getting lost in a maze of tunnels wouldn’t be
the worst thing that had happened to her but being surrounded by those
mummified rats may be.
Any of the poison had worn off and Kelly’s sphincter was
clenched tight as she moved this time; the real fear being a smaller spider
sneaking in after her. The muffled
rustle of dirt came again and defiantly behind her. Kelly knew she couldn’t hope to hide by
remaining still and waiting for it to track her, but moving would defiantly let
the thing know.
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