Sunday, April 7, 2019

Dark Incarnate Chapter 7 - Book 2

4/7/19 updating to just put this out there, still no where near being able to actually write just bits and pieces over time so its a mess



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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