A young woman appeared totally nude and lay on her back on a small table. Arthur eagerly galloped forward the massive member that the harpy had played with was beginning to show again. Dana approached the man and got on her knees in front of him. She opened her mouth and lowered her head to his manhood. She did not know what she was doing being the innocent maiden that she was, so she watched the mans face for signs of approval. She began to stroke him with her tongue up and down the long shaft.
As she did this he put his hands on the back of her head and eagerly thrust forward into her throat. Taking this as a sign of approval she sucked on the massive head that was forcing her mouth open and causing her gasp for air. Arthur had stood over the young lady and was now preparing to enter her human pussy. She had spread her legs obediently as soon as she had neared and had helped aim his cock at her small cunt. With one thrust Arthur plunged forward burying 5 inches of his cock in her. Immediately she let out a gasp and a moan.
She began to rub a small knob above her cunt as she worked. He eagerly fucked forward and up, burying 3 more inches of himself in her. He could feel her tight cunt coming to an end after 8 inches and he whinnied as her muscles inside her stroked his cock and began to squeeze and spasm on it. He felt the familiar wetness, he had felt from the harpy, and began to lunge forward harder and harder trying to force his entire length inside. She began to stroke one of her hard pink human nipples and moan even more. Arthur leaned forward and looked back between his forelegs to where he was buried in her.
Two small pink lips were curled around his cock glistening with wetness. This sight spurred him on and he plunged himself harder into her. She began to slide up and down the table matching his thrusts. He whinnied even more as the friction between their two sex organs grew. Dana had been sucking the man hard trying to take his entire cock down her throat. She could feel veins of blood pulsing as she did so. He was thrusting forward hard into her face causing her jaw to ache but she must complete her side of the bargain she thought.
So she sucked his cock in deeper and began to run her tongue around his length. As she glanced up she noticed his eyes were locked on Arthur and his young daughter who from what she had seen, Dana estimated at around twenty years old. Suddenly his eyes squeezed shut and he thrust deep into her and his entire cock seemed to spasm as long threads of a juicy substance poured down her throat. Dana almost choked but managed to swallow it all. Meanwhile Arthur was busy thrusting himself deeper into the young human cunt beneath him. He had felt her cunt spasm and pour out a new wetness on his cock several times during their half hour fuck session.
She seemed to be nearing another as he felt her cunt grab his cock in an effort to hold him still. And suddenly her entire body shook and wave of fluid poured out her cunt. Arthur knew it was too much the moment she came. Her cunt gripped his cock and he could not handle it. He too shuddered as his massive organ sprayed cum deep into her womb filling her with his horsy seed. He stood there for several minutes before pulling out and turning to face the man who was now reclining in his chair with Dana still bent over his cock. She didn't appear to be sucking anymore but just laying there.
From his view Arthur saw her bare cunt lips but did not want to mount her, and ruin their friendship. But how he hoped he could do it later. And now they would learn the art of stork summoning. Dana stood and wiped a creamy white fluid from her mouth. When Arthur turned he noticed that the young female was clothed in a frilly little dress that hid next to nothing from the imagination.
"Oh thank you daddy, so much!" the girl yelled to her father. She ran over to him and began to stroke a now soft member. She pushed a hand underneath her panties and began to eagerly stroke the slit that was hidden there. He appeared to harden again as she slid her hand up and down his shaft and over the head. She pulled her panties down and pulled her dress over her head. She then straddled her fathers waist and lowered herself onto his member.
He pierced her slit and let out a moan. She began to bounce eagerly up and down on his cock. His hand circled her torso and began to grip and squeeze her breasts as they fucked. Between the gasps the girl moaned," Take my panties, I noticed that you didn't have any and we wouldn't want any ornery males getting to your slit would we?"
Dana mumbled a thanks and pulled the wet cum stained panties on over her legs and up against her twat. She enjoyed the feel of the panties on her lips especially the wetness that came with them.
"I hate to disturb you two, but how do you summon the stork?" Dana asked as she watched the young ladies full tits bounce. In between his labored breaths he moaned," Go stand on that large circle on the floor and I will say the magic words and you will know how." Dana and Arthur moved into the circle and stood ready to learn their much sought after secret. The father and daughter continued to eagerly fuck for several minutes till both shuddered and large amounts of fluid poured down their legs.
As soon as they had finished the man yelled," Comi si dre paso candactore!" Immediately the room shimmered out of existence. Dana realized with a start that it was a teleport spell. The next thing she realized was that below her was a massive blue expanse of ocean. Then she fell. Arthur was right beside her and he fell whinnying into the waves. The wind lifted Dana's dress from her head and the water caught it as she plunged into the deep.
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Yanari froze in her tracks, certain again that she had just heard something. There was a little more light in the sky now, but the scenery was still lit only dimly. She could easily discern colors again - the rust-colored roadway, the multicolored leaves and bark of the trees, the orange-white of the boulders - but nothing looked out of the ordinary, not even the pink-colored sky.
Something thin and slimy suddenly wrapped itself around Yanari's right ankle, just as she had lifted her left foot to continue her trek. With a painful thud, she fell rapidly to the unforgiving ground, not having enough time to bring her arms into position to brace her fall. Instantly, other thin and slimy things wrapped themselves around both legs.
A quick glance back over her shoulder was blocked by her lengthy hair. Brushing it quickly out of the way, she saw several thin tentacles rising out of the ground from a small hole, a thin blue semi-transparent slime covering their black skin. Angrily, Yanari kicked, and most of them relinquished their grasp of her.
Then, all around her, holes appeared in the hard-packed dirt of the roadway, and swarms of tentacles rushed toward her. Kicking away the remaining tentacles which had originally ensnared her, Yanari quickly rose to her feet to flee.
Yet the new tentacles latched onto her legs and hauled her to the ground once more, but at least she was able to brace her fall this time. However, that was also her undoing, as dozens of tentacles rushed at her wrists while others rushed for her ankles.
Now panic took over, and she recognized her own voice: a scream which seemed soft and distant as the pounding of her heart echoed loudly in her head, due both to adrenaline and the pain of her first fall. With her hands, she tried to grab at the tentacles to push or throw them aside, but the bluish slime which covered them was too slippery, making her hands quite useless.
Crawling away was the next option. Yet the tentacles, despite the thin coating of slime, kept a firm grasp upon her, allowing her to move no more than a few centimeters in any direction as more and more tentacles rose from newly-formed holes in the ground to rush at her.
Now it was simply a matter of struggling as fiercely as possible, hoping to somehow break free, or perhaps tire out the tentacles so that their grasp loosened and she could escape. Somewhere deep in her mind, almost subconsciously, she realized that she was now just like the helpless, young women in the bondage films her brother directed, struggling fiercely for the enjoyment of unseen others watching the films in the privacy of their own dwellings. Yanari's subconscious mind even pictured a typical guy standing over her, a lecherous look in his eyes, laughing loudly at her predicament as he thoroughly enjoyed her vicious struggle against the swarms of tentacles.
Eventually, Yanari began to tire, both from her fierce struggles and from being awake for such a long time. It took all her mental strength to continue her physical struggle, yet she could subconsciously hear the man's laughter growing even louder, cheering for the tentacles between jovial guffaws.
Now the tentacles were wrapped around almost her entire body, squeezing tightly. Yanari now had a new concern: These tentacles apparently meant to crush her to death!!! That renewed her struggles again, even though breathing was not nearly as easy now. Somehow, she reasoned that as long as she was alive, she would not be devoured by whatever animal or animals "owned" these tentacles, and that reasoning was enough to boost her will, at least temporarily.
Her body covered with the bluish-colored slime, some of it trickled into her mouth. It tasted somewhat sweet, and her stomach growled at her throat to swallow it. Instinctively, she did, finding that she liked the taste. Yet when she opened her mouth to scream again, one of the tentacles launched itself into her mouth, easily muffling her screams as it expanded to fill the oral cavity.
As if on cue, the other tentacles dove into her clothing and footwear and began shredding her garments. Now the fear of rape gripped her mind, and her body instinctively renewed its vicious struggles. Rape was indeed the appropriate word for her mouth, which was being furiously violated by the now-thick tentacle which was slowly working it way toward her throat with each thrust. Biting down on the oral invader did no good, as it simply caused more slime to fill her mouth, and she was forced to swallow it in order to have a chance of breathing through her nose.
Now almost completely naked, Yanari felt her legs being pulled painfully wide. Several tentacles penetrated her simultaneously, invading her womanhood and similarly expanding in size to fill the confining space. Her body bucked fiercely to try to dislodge them, but other tentacles around her ankles and wrists and torso held firm. As if to punish her for fighting her current predicament, a particularly thick tentacle smacked her HARD across the chest, knocking the air out of her and temporarily silencing her.
The tentacle raping her mouth chose that very moment to spew what seemed like bucketsful of the sweet-tasting slime into her mouth, and her throat quickly began swallowing instinctively to clear the passageway for the requisite breathing. With her throat working fiercely to remove all the slime from her mouth, air from her nose could not reach her lungs, causing a burning sensation in her chest. Once her mind realized she was asphyxiating, her body began to struggle anew, only to be punished again with another HARD impact across her chest. The tentacles between her legs were now moving rapidly in counter-strokes to each other, keeping her womanhood filled at all times as her natural lubrication mixed with the tentacles' apparently-natural slime to ease the perpetual invasion of her most secret area.
Yet just when Yanari was certain she was doing to die of suffocation, the tentacle in her mouth withdrew rapidly. Once her throat had cleared the last of the slime from her mouth, she gasped loudly, inhaling as much air as possible as quickly as possible despite the constriction of other tentacles around her ribcage. For the first time in what seemed like hours, the young woman dared to open her eyes, only to clamp them shut again at the sight of the thick mass of writing tentacles hovering above her, like horny men in one of her brother's films lined up to have their way with a captive woman.
At least in films, the woman is a WILLING captive, she thought sadly, her mind finally conceding that she would likely die here, raped by tentacles until her body was to exhausted to continue the struggle, at which time animals would emerge to eat her.
Yet despite her slowly-weakening struggles, Yanari cursed her body for betraying her. Despite this most unusual rape, there was a glimmer of erotic pleasure in such an inhuman use of her body. Perhaps because she was never really a sexual being, the young adventurer's subconscious mind was finding a perverse pleasure in being reduced to a living sex doll... for something which was obviously NOT Human or even Humanoid. In addition to the heat naturally generated by her long, fierce struggling, a new, almost-foreign heat was growing from her core and spreading throughout her body. No longer did she scream in terror; she now moaned in part-terror, part-pleasure... and the part-pleasure aspect of her moaning was slowly gaining prominence.
Feeling a tentacle enter her where things should only exit, Yanari's moans quickly turned once more into screams - this time, screams of terror and pain. Almost immediately, her mouth was filled again as now several tentacles battered her chest repeatedly and rapidly as if her breasts were part of a drum set.
The triple-penetration was long, relentless, pitiless, unforgiving, and fierce. For what seemed like hours, Yanari was nothing but a sex object. Her conscious mind shut down - if her eyes ever opened, it did not register with her consciously - and her subconscious mind took control, allowing her to find just a little pleasure in such a degrading experience. Her stomach eagerly accepted all the sweet-tasting slime which was forced into her mouth and instinctively swallowed. The other tentacles penetrating her would often unleash even more slime into her, then withdraw and be replaced by more tentacles which would continue the merciless onslaught. Even those tentacles simply writing in the air above her would often spray her with more of the bluish-colored slime, coating her entire body as well as the hard ground all around her. Unable to flee or find a way to make the experience end, Yanari simply lay there, "eating" her fill - and then some - of the slime with her body convulsing as one orgasm after another ripped through her with the force of several thousand simultaneous tidal waves, each one zapping more of her strength and consciousness from her...
Yanari slowly rose from the stream, thinking about the experience she had endured earlier. The star of this planet was high in the sky now, and her stomach was growling fiercely. Her skin was nicely shriveled from where she had been kneeling in the water, reminding her of a raisin.
...and that thought caused her stomach to growl with even more ferocity.
Considering her options, the young adventurer returned to the shore. The roadway continued on, straight as a laser's path, with no deviation in sight. The roadway had to lead somewhere, she noted, so she should continue trekking on to get there faster. But her stomach protested, demanding sustenance immediately before continuing on.
Thinking of the bluish-colored slime, she remembered its sweet taste. While initially filling, it left her stomach feeling lacking, but at least it had sustained her for a while during her... experience. If she could somehow locate these tentacles and safely scrape the slime from them, that could provide the "food" she needed, at least for the short term.
As if on cue, several small holes suddenly appeared in the roadway near her, with thin black tentacles covered with semi-transparent bluish-colored slime emerging and slowly moving toward her. Fear instantly gripped Yanari's mind, and she instinctively tried to cover her nakedness with her hands.
Then came a sudden realization: She had thought of the slime-food, and here it was, being presented to her.
Yanari's subconscious mind and her stomach joined together to overrule her conscious mind. She seemed to have lost control of her own body as it sank to the hard-packed dirt of the roadway. Kneeling, she watched as dozens of tentacles moved swiftly toward her, climbing up her body with practiced ease and writhing sensuously before her face. Her conscious mind was horrified as her hands greedily grabbed two tentacles and shoved them into her mouth, pumping them rapidly as they spewed seemingly bucketsful of the slime-food into her mouth. Her throat had a difficult time swallowing fast enough, and eventually some of the slime trickled out of her mouth, off her chin, down her chest and stomach, along her legs, and finally to the ground. In short order, the ferocious growling of her stomach ceased, but it took a long time and several dozen tentacles to satiate her intense hunger.
At last, the tentacles all slithered backward toward their holes, then returned to the ground. The holes seemed to seal themselves, leaving the young woman all alone, naked and once again covered with the bluish-colored slime. Feeling somewhat re-energized now that she had "eaten," she returned to the stream, washed herself and drank once more, and continued her trek toward whatever awaited her, knowing that she had at least found a "safe" and hopefully "reliable" source of "food" on this strange planet.
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Days of near-constant walking along a wide and infinitely-straight dirt-packed "roadway," nights of sleeping high in the flanking trees, and meals administered by bizarre tentacles which would suddenly spawn from the ground and feed her what could only be alien sperm...
Yanari knelt in a small river, now quite comfortable with her perpetual nudity, the last of the bluish slime from her latest feeding being detached by the gentle flow of the water. The tentacles - effectively her "friends" on this strange planet - seemed able to read both her mind and her body, knowing what she needed or desired, presenting themselves as if on cue whenever they could be of assistance to her.
If only they could bring her a new spacecraft, or at least lead her to a civilized society where she might be able to find a way to return to space and resume her journey.
Perhaps even stranger, however, is that Yanari's first encounter with the tentacles had awakened something buried deep within her: her own sexuality. With really nothing to do but walk and "feed" and think, she had given a lot of thought to that issue over the past few days, and ultimately reasoned that with a brother well-known in the adult industry for bondage-based pornography, she had subconsciously tried to be something other than sexual, to distance herself as much as possible from her brother's disdainful occupation and counteract the "shame" his career bestowed upon the family. To some extent, it worked - even though the rest of the family had long "disowned" him, she and he had always remained intensely loyal to each other, and she was even rumored to be the only family member to attend his funeral.
...which had probably already occurred, given the days she had spent thus far on this remote planet, with no means to return to space and continue her journey, and no ability to call for assistance without attracting the attention of those who had attacked her and forced her to crash-land here.
With the exception of her mouth, none of the tentacles had entered Yanari's body since that initial encounter. In fact, even the tentacles in her mouth had generally remained completely passive, simply volleying their bluish seed down her throat to nourish her. But in the intervening days, the more she thought of that initial encounter, the more she wanted to experience it again.
This time, however, it would be different. Then, she was scared for her life, deeply fearful that once the inhuman rape ended, she would be eaten or killed. Now, however, she knew that the tentacles were her "friends," always watching out for her, taking care of her survival needs, and ensuring she knew that she was not truly alone on this remote planet.
Bending forward, Yanari submerged herself in the river, the coolness of the water relaxing her body and her mind. She remained underwater for perhaps thirty seconds, focusing upon and enjoying the gentle flow of water across her most private parts. As if moving of their own accord, her hands found her breasts, gently cupping the feminine flesh, kneading the twin protrusions, tweaking the hardening tips with her fingers, and establishing an electrifying connection from each nipple down to her hardened clitoris.
The tentacles had indeed awakened her sexuality, and now she truly needed sexual release.
Suddenly consciously realizing her lungs were on fire, Yanari rose out of the water, still in her kneeling position, inhaling the much-needed air as her hands continued to manipulate her breasts for - as far as she could remember - the very first time in her life. Even with her eyes closed, she could somehow sense the tentacles once again emerging silently from the ground behind her, just beyond the edge of the river.
This time, she would eagerly welcome their assault upon her body.
Yanari did not need to wait long before she felt the first tentative touch just underneath her left shoulder blade. At the initial slightly-slimy contact, a soft whimper escaped her lips, and her heart leapt in anticipation.
Less than a minute later, her upper torso felt as if it were encased in slimy tentacles, yet none of them had attempted to enter her body. Instead, randomly, the tentacles squeezed her briefly, or slid across her skin with tiny and nearly-imperceptible movements. This time, the young adventurer felt absolutely no fear, no panic, no urge to fight or scream.
She did, however, hope that no one would come find her now and interrupt this most unusual of interspecies coupling.
Underneath the mass of slimy alien flesh, Yanari tried to move her hands, and the tentacles yielded briefly. Other tentacles suddenly wrapped around her wrists and gently pulled her forearms back behind her, effectively thrusting her chest forward as the momentarily-bare skin was again covered by slippery exotic extremities.
In her mind's eye, Yanari imagined herself now as one of the women in her brother's many films, bound in some manner, surrounded by horny men waiting to spew their seed both upon her and within her. The thin sheen of slime from each of the tentacles encasing her must certainly feel similar to having some fifty men emptying themselves upon her, she reasoned.
Before, such a thought would have horrified her, sickened her. Now, the thought absolutely thrilled her, as indicated by the involuntary quivering south of her navel and the growing moistness inside her.
Almost instinctively, the willing captive began to struggle sensually, putting on a show of mock resistance for the fifty men she imagined surrounding her. Soft moans escaped her lips as the tentacles continued to squeeze her and move across her skin. Still kneeling in the river as she moved, her torso careened like a spinning top nearly ready to tumble. Deep in her subconscious mind, something gave a tiny token protest at the inhuman assault upon her body, but Yanari was truly conscious of only one thing:
She wanted - and needed - more.
"Walking" on her knees, Yanari slowly turned herself around and approached the bank of the river. The tentacles each adjusted position accordingly, moving her forearms up and behind her head before binding them together. For a brief moment, she opened her eyes, and reveled in the sight of more than a dozen tentacles on the shore, each writhing seductively like an Old Earth belly dancer, each vomiting short bursts of bluish alien seed into the air.
Her need was now almost desperate, and her knees moved forward a little faster. Yanari did not feel the occasional stones on the riverbed as they pressed uncomfortably into her knees and her legs. She was aware only of the growing sexual energy radiating deep within her core and bubbling toward release.
She imagined a black-clad Mistress standing just beyond the bank, a wicked bullwhip in Her hand, ready to strike. Moving even faster, Yanari longed to feel the bite of the whip, the pain of the impact with her tender flesh. She wanted her anguish to bring delight to the imagined Mistress.
Her clitoris throbbed more intently now.
Reaching the shore and slowly emerging from the water, Yanari closed her eyes again, savoring every sensation. As the slippery tentacles around her chest loosened and retracted, she softly pleaded for them to remain, but when she felt the first strike across her breasts, she understood why they had extricated themselves from her body.
New tentacles grew up from the ground around her, quickly encircling her ankles and legs, snaking up her thighs like fast-growing vines. Deliberately, they dragged her legs apart as the beating of the young adventurer's chest caused her to grunt and pant loudly, each impact renewing her body's instinctive "fight or flight" struggle.
"Yes!!!" A single tentacle stroked Yanari's dripping womanhood, adding its own thin layer of lubrication to that which was already seeping copiously from within her. The soft stroking motion across her nether lips provided a wonderful counterpoint to the gradually-intensifying beating afforded to her breasts, so that groans mixed with moans as her body writhed from the onslaught of sensations.
Opening her eyes once more, Yanari watched a thick tentacle retract, then hurl itself at her chest yet again. Seeing the motion caused her breath to catch and her body to fight for freedom, and the resultant grunt from the impact to be louder than her previous vocalizations. She was mesmerized; Yanari was unable to pull her eyes away from that one tentacle, unable to close her eyelids to block out the source of the coming pain.
With sudden violence, she was fiercely impaled by the tentacle previously stroking between her legs. The act was swift and slightly painful, but the pain was quickly transformed to pleasure as the alien being began to slowly make love to her.
...while still pummeling her chest.
...and her exposed lower cheeks, adding yet another source of sensory input. With all this activity both upon her and within her, Yanari's heart soared and her body sang.
...as did her voice moments later as the first climax lambasted her like a tidal wave. So intense was the release that her voice likely could have been heard even on the opposite side of the planet. A sexual frenzy seized her, causing her to thrash about uncontrollably against the desired restraints, subconsciously fighting the eerie coupling yet consciously pleading - and screaming - for more.
Yanari's cries of passion rose yet another decibel as the first hot surge of alien sperm smashed against her cervix with such force that it was actually painful, yet the inhuman act triggered a second orgasm to wrack her senses anew. Her body contorted as much as the tightening bondage would allow, and suddenly every tentacle in the immediate area was firing volley after volley after volley after volley of slimy alien seed either at her or deep inside her.
I was made for this!!! she thought through the mental haze of lust, before a sudden darkness befell her.
True darkness had settled upon the scene when Yanari regained consciousness. She was rather groggy at first, barely able to force herself to sit upright. Her body was definitely sore, her throat was painfully dry, and - despite her many quests in the interim - she had not felt so alive in several years. She had just been thoroughly used and abused - no different than the women in her brother's many films - by an alien creature whose name and full form she did not know. As she remembered the day's events (at least, up to the moment when she passed out from the sensory overload), she actually smiled and blushed a little at the most unusual memories.
A little of the bluish alien slime had found its way into the adventurer's mouth during the ordeal, but it was not nearly enough to stave off the intense hunger she now felt. Her stomach rumbled to protest its emptiness, making its boisterous plea for sustenance. Almost before she could form the thought in her mind, several tentacles sprouted from the ground and advanced, ready to nourish her.
Exhausted, Yanari fell back to the hard-packed "road" to nowhere, jarring her mind with her head's unprotected impact with the unforgiving ground. Passively, she lay there in the fleeting remnants of an intense sexual daze, her mouth soundlessly open like a newborn chick waiting to be fed.
She was fed slowly by a single tentacle, an occasional jet of alien semen launched at her parted lips, occasionally missing the mark and facializing her. As she "ate," the young woman's strength slowly returned until she was at last able to drag herself back into the river to bathe and to drink.
Such a strange existence, Yanari thought as she cupped her hands and brought cool, refreshing water to her lips, pondering her most unusual sexual awakening. Perhaps it would not be so bad if I were to spend the rest of my life here, alone with these friendly tentacles.