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Alice (part 2), inspired by zerogravitas work
With a sharp yell, Alice yanked at the biolab's manacles till they pulled free. She defiantly insisted to herself: I'm no one's slave cow. Focus up: get your gear.
Reclaiming her clothes and her rifle felt like Alice was back in the driver's seat, back in control. She breathed a bit easier. But why was the whole lab abandoned now? And yuck, this slime muck was just coating the entire floor. Janitors clearly weren't part of the milk farm budget.
Wading through the tunnel left Alice's legs slick and moist. The slime wasn't even cold, it was oddly a bit warm. Was it recently inside some other animal, she wondered?
The tentacles wrap around her arms, pinning her to the ground. A thickly veined pink tentacle encircles her neck, leaving Alice gasping as she fights against it. In her moment of distraction, a fourth tentacle found her soft pussy lips and began to slide inside.
The pumping tentacle deep in her loins matches the rhythm of the one filling her throat. A sweet, sticky substance smothers her and her brain is forced to tell Alice to relax. As her strength leaves her body, her will to resist erodes. She allows herself to be pulled backwards towards the monster's den.
Each time Alice would try resisting, the tentacle around her neck would tighten till she lost the edges of her vision. Soon she was happy to comply as it caressed her body and began preparing her for insemination.
The tentacles wrapped her face and began providing her with her nutrients, as the suckers exploring her womb initiated the fertilization.
Dragged back to the deep ravines of the cave where no one ventured, Alice finally encountered the other missing women, bound and contorted, barely even recognizable. She knew what fate awaited her.
Bound, gagged, and fucked, Alice unexpectedly thought back to her simpler days aboard the patrol craft, getting changed after a shower... Odd that her mind would take her there as her body was relentlessly used by a tentacle beast.
With a sharp yell, Alice yanked at the biolab's manacles till they pulled free. She defiantly insisted to herself: I'm no one's slave cow. Focus up: get your gear.
Reclaiming her clothes and her rifle felt like Alice was back in the driver's seat, back in control. She breathed a bit easier. But why was the whole lab abandoned now? And yuck, this slime muck was just coating the entire floor. Janitors clearly weren't part of the milk farm budget.
Wading through the tunnel left Alice's legs slick and moist. The slime wasn't even cold, it was oddly a bit warm. Was it recently inside some other animal, she wondered?
The tentacles wrap around her arms, pinning her to the ground. A thickly veined pink tentacle encircles her neck, leaving Alice gasping as she fights against it. In her moment of distraction, a fourth tentacle found her soft pussy lips and began to slide inside.
The pumping tentacle deep in her loins matches the rhythm of the one filling her throat. A sweet, sticky substance smothers her and her brain is forced to tell Alice to relax. As her strength leaves her body, her will to resist erodes. She allows herself to be pulled backwards towards the monster's den.
Each time Alice would try resisting, the tentacle around her neck would tighten till she lost the edges of her vision. Soon she was happy to comply as it caressed her body and began preparing her for insemination.
The tentacles wrapped her face and began providing her with her nutrients, as the suckers exploring her womb initiated the fertilization.
Dragged back to the deep ravines of the cave where no one ventured, Alice finally encountered the other missing women, bound and contorted, barely even recognizable. She knew what fate awaited her.
Bound, gagged, and fucked, Alice unexpectedly thought back to her simpler days aboard the patrol craft, getting changed after a shower... Odd that her mind would take her there as her body was relentlessly used by a tentacle beast.
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"Rainbow Girl" by WarriorDK:
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A group of scientists embarked on an ambitious project to explore the boundaries of dimensional physics. Dr. Emily Carter, a brilliant physicist, led the project. Her team consisting of talented young women had spent years developing a device they believed could safely open portals to other worlds.
One fateful evening, as thunder rumbled ominously outside, the team activated the device. A blinding flash filled the lab, and before they could comprehend what was happening, a swirling vortex opened before them. The air crackled with energy, and an unsettling chill swept through the room.
As they peered into the portal, their excitement quickly turned to horror. From the depths of the rift emerged grotesque figures—demons with twisted forms and primal features. Their eyes glowed with an insatiable hunger, driven by instincts far removed from human reason.
The demons surged into the research facility, overwhelming the scientists in a frenzy of violence and chaos. Panic ensued as the team realized that these creatures were not intelligent beings but rather embodiments of terror and desire. The scientists became their first victims. Men were immediately attacked, torn in pieces, and eaten. Their female colleagues experienced a much worse fate. Driven by their primal urges, these creatures seized all their female captives for mating purposes.
Dr. Carter found herself among those taken captive. She witnessed firsthand the terrifying mating rituals of these creatures—an unrelenting display of dominance where resistance was futile. The demons' sheer physicality overwhelmed any semblance of human willpower. Her and the fate of her colleagues was sealed.
As the demons poured into the city, chaos erupted. The military was quickly deployed to contain the situation, establishing a quarantine around the area. But it was too late. The demons were relentless, overwhelming the defenses with sheer numbers and brute strength. They tore through barricades and swept aside soldiers as if they were mere obstacles in their path.
In their wake, they left devastation and terror. Women became their primary targets, seen only as vessels for mating. The demons had no understanding of humanity or its complexities; to them, women were simply females—objects to be claimed and dominated.
These creatures swiftly overpowered humanity and annihilated armies in a series of brutal battles, feasting on their remains while leaving behind a desolate landscape of despair.
As the male population was decimated and reduced to mere sources of nutrition for the invaders, the remaining women were plunged into an abyss of terror, violence and starvation. Stripped of their autonomy, they were forced into a nightmarish existence as mating partners for these merciless creatures. Downgraded to mere females used to fulfill sexual needs, many succumbed to despair or were drawn into a twisted acceptance of their new reality: Reduced to instruments for the creatures' insatiable lust and trapped in a living nightmare from which there is no escape.
The demons showed no mercy; they were creatures of pure instinct, driven by primal urges that left no room for compassion or empathy. As the women endured relentless violence and degradation, some of them began to fracture mentally, developing a warped sense of attachment to their captors. This insidious bond morphed into a perverse form of acceptance, where fear intertwined with twisted desire. Some even developed a disturbing attraction to these repulsive beings and even finding twisted pleasure in their forced sexual interactions; further blurring the lines between survival and submission in a world devoid of hope.
The echoes of each mating act resonated through the ruins of civilization, each moan a haunting reminder of their shattered identities. In this bleak reality, empathy was extinguished, leaving only the chilling truth: survival had become synonymous with surrendering to the grotesque whims of their demonic overlords, as they grappled with the horrifying realization that their very existence now hinged on fulfilling the depraved needs of those who have claimed them.
Each sexual encounter was fraught with danger, as the creatures' reproductive compatibility led to abhorrent offsprings, yet no woman survived childbirth. In this unforgiving and empathyless world, women faced the horrifying fact that any mating act could led to their demise, that every load those repulsive creatures shoot in their womb could be the deadly one.
In every desolate corner of once- thriving villages and cities one can hear sounds of struggle turning unmistakably into sounds of mating echoing through the ruins. Once-bustling cities became breeding grounds. Each night brings new echoes of this unholy union underscoring the grim transformation of society under demonic dominance and marking the beginning of humanity’s end. Hope is but a distant memory, swallowed by darkness as humanity succumbs to its grotesque overlords.
One fateful evening, as thunder rumbled ominously outside, the team activated the device. A blinding flash filled the lab, and before they could comprehend what was happening, a swirling vortex opened before them. The air crackled with energy, and an unsettling chill swept through the room.
As they peered into the portal, their excitement quickly turned to horror. From the depths of the rift emerged grotesque figures—demons with twisted forms and primal features. Their eyes glowed with an insatiable hunger, driven by instincts far removed from human reason.
The demons surged into the research facility, overwhelming the scientists in a frenzy of violence and chaos. Panic ensued as the team realized that these creatures were not intelligent beings but rather embodiments of terror and desire. The scientists became their first victims. Men were immediately attacked, torn in pieces, and eaten. Their female colleagues experienced a much worse fate. Driven by their primal urges, these creatures seized all their female captives for mating purposes.
Dr. Carter found herself among those taken captive. She witnessed firsthand the terrifying mating rituals of these creatures—an unrelenting display of dominance where resistance was futile. The demons' sheer physicality overwhelmed any semblance of human willpower. Her and the fate of her colleagues was sealed.
As the demons poured into the city, chaos erupted. The military was quickly deployed to contain the situation, establishing a quarantine around the area. But it was too late. The demons were relentless, overwhelming the defenses with sheer numbers and brute strength. They tore through barricades and swept aside soldiers as if they were mere obstacles in their path.
In their wake, they left devastation and terror. Women became their primary targets, seen only as vessels for mating. The demons had no understanding of humanity or its complexities; to them, women were simply females—objects to be claimed and dominated.
These creatures swiftly overpowered humanity and annihilated armies in a series of brutal battles, feasting on their remains while leaving behind a desolate landscape of despair.
As the male population was decimated and reduced to mere sources of nutrition for the invaders, the remaining women were plunged into an abyss of terror, violence and starvation. Stripped of their autonomy, they were forced into a nightmarish existence as mating partners for these merciless creatures. Downgraded to mere females used to fulfill sexual needs, many succumbed to despair or were drawn into a twisted acceptance of their new reality: Reduced to instruments for the creatures' insatiable lust and trapped in a living nightmare from which there is no escape.
The demons showed no mercy; they were creatures of pure instinct, driven by primal urges that left no room for compassion or empathy. As the women endured relentless violence and degradation, some of them began to fracture mentally, developing a warped sense of attachment to their captors. This insidious bond morphed into a perverse form of acceptance, where fear intertwined with twisted desire. Some even developed a disturbing attraction to these repulsive beings and even finding twisted pleasure in their forced sexual interactions; further blurring the lines between survival and submission in a world devoid of hope.
The echoes of each mating act resonated through the ruins of civilization, each moan a haunting reminder of their shattered identities. In this bleak reality, empathy was extinguished, leaving only the chilling truth: survival had become synonymous with surrendering to the grotesque whims of their demonic overlords, as they grappled with the horrifying realization that their very existence now hinged on fulfilling the depraved needs of those who have claimed them.
Each sexual encounter was fraught with danger, as the creatures' reproductive compatibility led to abhorrent offsprings, yet no woman survived childbirth. In this unforgiving and empathyless world, women faced the horrifying fact that any mating act could led to their demise, that every load those repulsive creatures shoot in their womb could be the deadly one.
In every desolate corner of once- thriving villages and cities one can hear sounds of struggle turning unmistakably into sounds of mating echoing through the ruins. Once-bustling cities became breeding grounds. Each night brings new echoes of this unholy union underscoring the grim transformation of society under demonic dominance and marking the beginning of humanity’s end. Hope is but a distant memory, swallowed by darkness as humanity succumbs to its grotesque overlords.
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