Scheherazade Imaginaria Part 4: Tentacle Impregnation

I opened my eyes, the light dim and red-tinted with no readily identifiable source, the heat and humidity feeling like a sauna on my naked, sweat-slickened skin. The floor on which I lay was soft and yielding to the touch, pulsing rhythmically beneath me, the walls and ceiling of the small, domed chamber in which I found myself wavy and ribbed, an unearthly mixture of oranges, reds, and purples, like I was trapped inside some enormous living beast! I sat up, closing my thighs and reflexively covering my breasts with my hands, and what I saw as I turned made my heart catch in my chest! Isla, my beautiful, perfect girlfriend, was here with me as well, laying beside me! No, no, no! Whatever had brought me here, whatever was going to happen to me, I couldn’t let it happen to her as well! Her bright green eyes were wide and fearful, locked on my own, but as her mouth began to open I placed a finger over her lips, shaking my head and urging silence—I had just heard a noise!

I slowly turned my head to find the source. There, perhaps fifteen feet away, was an area of deeper darkness maybe three feet across, where the wall curved to become the floor. The surface began to writhe and ripple as I watched, until my mind was finally able to make sense of what I was seeing; it was a pool of liquid, maybe water, maybe not. It was impossible to tell without approaching, which in no way was I about to do! Big, slow bubbles began breaking the surface, and without needing to discuss it Isla and I began carefully, silently backing away. We couldn’t go far, the chamber wall hot and wet, oppressively throbbing at our backs. A tentacle! Isla squealed in fear, clutching my arm, but it was there and gone again, only the concentric waves on the surface of the pool proving we hadn’t imagined it. I wrapped my arm around her back, holding her close, providing comfort I didn’t feel.

The tentacle reappeared, and this time stayed, feeling blindly at the floor around the puddle. It was long and black, slightly thinner than my wrist, oily-looking and utterly, unmistakably alien. A second tentacle and then a third rose from the deep, flailing and pulsing, slapping and pulling at the ground. More and more appeared, seeking a hold, until the central squirming mass of the creature came squelching up onto the floor. My eyes didn’t want to focus on it, my mind wanted to reject the impossibility! No mouth, no eyes, no structure at all that I could see; only the ball of shifting, oozing tentacles in the middle, and the uncountable wriggling limbs on the outside. It looked to be about three times my size all together, with the majority of its mass in the extremities, but the utter bizarreness of it made it impossible to be sure. I wanted to scream, wanted to run—but I did neither. The chamber was too small, its limbs too long; there was nowhere we could hide, nothing we could do. I stared, helpless and trembling; eyes or not it was slowly, inevitably worming its way straight towards me. Isla and I slid sideways along the chamber wall, but it didn’t matter, it reoriented instantly. It was only a matter of time. I closed my eyes, trembling, and I kissed her hard… then I moved away. She grasped at my hand, her eyes wide, but I shook my head, and made her let me go. I moved as far from her as I could, relieved to see that I’d been right—it was ignoring her completely, tracking in on me alone. Whatever was about to happen to me, I consoled myself that at least the woman I loved would be safe—until a second creature, perhaps half the size of the first, flopped its way up out of the watery tunnel and started making its way straight for her!

Closer and closer the beast came, and I shrunk in on myself against the wall of the strange, unnatural cavern, curling up with my arms wrapped around my shins and making myself small. I knew it would make no difference. I screamed as the first hot, fleshy tendril made contact with my ankle, kicking it away— it was back in a moment, and joined by another. They were so smooth, and wet, but immensely strong. I succeeded for a moment, batting and kicking, but there were simply too many for me to fight; once one managed to establish a firm hold around my ankle there was no way I could dislodge it, and then I had one less limb to ward off the rest. Soon I was completely bound; ankles, knees, thighs and waist; wrists, elbows, shoulders and neck. Isla was faring no better; the creatures lifted us helplessly into the air above them, wriggling their way slowly back into the center of the room until we were barely an armspan apart, staring terrified and hopeless into each other’s eyes.

More tentacles started to squirm, touching us, examining us, sliding around and around over our skin. One touched my breast, rubbing across my nipple. I thought nothing of it, until it happened again, and again, the repeated stimulation forcing me erect against my will. Just as I’d started to think perhaps it was doing it on purpose, it swirled completely around my breast, squeezing tight and making me gasp. I watched in disbelief as the end of the tentacle opened into a gaping, pulsing mouth, sealing itself tightly around my nipple and starting to suck!

I gasped, on the point of a scream, and suddenly another tentacle lashed forward into my mouth! I shook my head, trying to bite, trying to spit, but there was nothing I could do as it closed around my tongue, there too starting to suck. Isla was panicing, her mouth tightly closed as she shook her head back and forth, trying to avoid my fate. My eyes widened as I saw what she didn’t, but the awful thing filling my mouth muffled my warning. The new, pulsing tentacle beneath her was different than the others, extending slowly from her creature’s center of mass, slightly translucent, growing upwards between her thighs. I watched her eyes, wide and terrified as it entered her, and she couldn’t help but scream—she instantly realized her mistake, but it was too late; now she was gagged as well.

I knew what was about to happen the moment I felt the heat between my own thighs; pushing, spreading me open, forcing its way inside. I whimpered and cried, trying to fight, but I could do little more than squirm. Deeper and deeper it drove, stretching me, filling me, my horrid alien rapist seeming to want to rip me open from the inside! It hurt so much I hardly even noticed another tentacle wrapping itself around my other breast, the wet, slurping orifice fastening itself to my nipple. I sure noticed when one latched itself onto my clit, though, and all three started sucking harder and harder, pulling my most vulnerable and sensitive flesh deeply into their greedy, pulsating mouths! And I noticed even more when one started forcing its way up my tight little ass! Isla was getting it just as bad, her tears falling fast and heavy down her cheeks, as were my own. Her breasts were too small for them to establish a grip around as they had done to me, but they kept trying to do it anyways, the motion causing painful-looking tugging on her poor, sensitive little nipples. She started to tremble, a look in her eye I knew so well. My poor, poor Isla… she screamed loudly around her tentacle gag, forced to cum against her will!

Just when I thought it could possibly get any worse, the ones inside our pussies and asses started to thrust in and out, fucking us slow, deep, and hard, our cries becoming sobs. The one in my mouth wasn’t letting me look down at my own, but I could see Isla’s creature in full, and what I saw stole what little breath I had; large, ovoid bulges, one after the other, slowly squeezing their way up the inside of that special, semi-transparent tentacle stretching her pussy! Her eyes went wide, her head thrashing to the full extent she could, and I knew what it meant; I wasn’t even surprised as I felt the first one entering me, stretching my poor, abused little lips so much I was certain they were about to tear! I could feel the… thing, whatever it was, moving deeper and deeper inside, filling me with wet, near-scalding heat as it was finally forced out of the tentacle and into my body for real! It hurt so much! I just knew they were penetrating my cervix, filling my womb, impregnating me with their disgusting alien seed!

I whimpered piteously as it happened again and again, the thick, hot invader fucking me hard and deep, bruising my insides. Isla was cumming again and again, unable to stop herself… and as that hot, still tendril pounded painfully inside of me, the pressure building higher, I knew I was about to go over the edge as well. I screamed and thrashed, but about all my fighting managed to accomplish was to work the one stretching my back door several inches further up my ass!

I had no idea how long we hung there. An hour? Two? I tried to measure in orgasms; three for me… at least dozens for my poor, sweet Isla, leaving her limp and spent. I thought I’d been imagining at first; the bloated, stretched feeling in my belly, the way Isla seemed to be developing a little bump. But as the torture continued, I knew it was real—we were being stretched and stretched as more of the filthy alien spawn were being pumped into our wombs! We looked eight, maybe even nine months pregnant now, our bellies full nearly to bursting, before the stream of eggs finally came to an end, and the tentacles slowly withdrew. They left us weak and powerless on the floor of the cavern, barely having the strength to reach for each other’s hands as they slithered back whence they’d come, leaving us once more alone.

I trembled and shook, covered in sweat and disgusting alien slime, my tears coming fast and free. ‘Love you Daddy! Miss you!’ I thought to myself, giving it another thirty seconds or so before reaching up to my visor to end the scenario for us both, switching our displays to show a true vision of what we could see.

“Damn…” Isla whispered reverentially, and slowly started to giggle. I was still panting pretty heavily, trying to recover my breath, but as I turned my head to see her looking down at herself and caressing her perfectly skinny, flat little belly with her free hand, hardly able to convince herself it had all been a lie, I couldn’t help but join in. My own terrible fantasies aside, of course the machines had never entered past our cervixes; the ‘eggs’ we had been injected with had been nothing but large pulses of hot, fake cum, the same as I’d been taking regularly for months already. But coupled with the unbelievably convincing visuals fed into our visors, the illusion had been all but perfect! It took us another five minutes or so before we could gather the strength to sit up, and another two or three to crawl our thoroughly exhausted and satisfied bodies into the shower room together.

“My visor give you any trouble?” I asked, taking off my new one and slipping it into the special rack, as she handed me my old one and I took care of it as well.

“Naw,” she slowly shook her head.