She was fuming. He was so irritating sometimes! All she wanted to do was have sex but apparently all he wanted to do was play his new Madden 13. She even wore a low-cut blouse that beautifully cupped her full, firm DD cup breasts. She’d pierced them at a young age, and had worn a bra since to conceal it from her parents resulting in they’re being incredibly perky. She’d done her makeup and curled her firey red hair so it framed her cute, round face. A breeze blew over her bare legs as she walked and around her short skirt. She hadn’t even worn underwear!
It was only a short distance home if she cut through the woods. It was dark out, making her uncomfortable under a feeling of being watched as she reached a small wooden bridge spanning a creek bed. She quickened her pace, her heels clicking rhythmically over the wood.
A rustling started underneath the bridge once she’d gotten about a third the way across. Alarmed, panic took her limbs to a sprint. Vines snaked out from beneath coiling their way around her ankles, thighs, wrists, and biceps, easily overpowering her, dragging her backwards before lifting her into the air. She struggled, and let out a scream. In response, another vine coiled its way around her mouth, gagging her and muffling the cry. She was easily pulled underneath the bridge.
The more she struggled, the tighter the restraints wind, holding their prize. The vine covering her mouth mobilized, sliding around so its tip pressed on her lips. She tightly held them shut, as others began to make their way through her shirt and bra. She heard the fabric easily being torn from her skin and gazed down at her naked, restrained body only adorned by her short skirt. They slowly began to massage and knead her soft breasts, pinching and rubbing her nipples until hard.
Managing to pry its way through her lips, the member at her mouth was steadily wriggling over her teeth, covering her mouth and face with her saliva. At her refusal to allow its entry, the base made a second coil, sliding it over her head to blind fold her. Around her thighs, she felt movement and one of the vines moving slowly upwards towards her cunt, which was growing steadily wetter from the wide-spread attention.
It touched her outer lips, then ran around her labia until wet moving to stimulate her clit. This drew soft involuntary moans from her, the tentacle over her mouth nearly penetrating the barrier of her teeth. In frustration, yet another loop was formed that was placed over her throat. Slowly, as another arm of the plant snaked towards her dripping pussy, the one on her neck tightened, until by the time the arm was circling her entrance, her air supply had been cut off completely.
Frantic, she began to struggle, uselessly flailing her arms and legs against the attack. She needed air, she wasn’t prepared for it to be taken from her so swiftly, and the attention to her body was making her want to breathe more rapidly. Instinct beginning to take over, she began to gulp at the air, giving opportunity for entry. The coil loosened, barely giving her the time to take the air she so desperately craved before pounding into her throat, face fucking her. At the same moment, the one at her vagina plunged in, and they began to pump in rhythm with the one occupying her clit.
She couldn’t help but moan, they were all doing such a thorough job. When she was on the brink of an orgasm, a final vine swapped places with the one ramming her pussy picking up the same pace. Already lubricated, the one that was in her pussy circled her asshole, and slowly pressed its way in. Screaming, she came, covering the plant in her dripping juices but it did not stop. Instead, it manipulated her suspended body into a variety of different positions, some more elaborate than any man could achieve. She came again and again and again, until it became painful.
Suddenly, the plant withdrew from her now sopping wet pussy and asshole. It secreted a foul juice from one in her mouth, and she was forced to swallow it. Darkness quickly overcame her, and she welcomed the slumber. Still gagged and blindfolded by the appendage, she was moved and pressed underneath the bridge, invisible to any passerby.
1969 – Man walks on the moon.
2097 – The first permanent Lunar and Martian colonies are settled.
2198 – Artificial gravity allows thorough exploration of the solar system, and orbital colonies are quickly established around all major planets.
2268 – Warp Drive technology is perfected.
2301 – The DREAM era begins. The exploration and colonisation of the galaxy is in full effect. Several centuries of technological progress has propelled humanity into a golden age, where resources are plentiful, disease and famine are non-existent and human suffering is history.
The story takes place on a rocky, backwater planet in the western edge of the galaxy, Atheana-4. The planet was first settled seven years ago by a few hundred people. The atmosphere was roughly the same as Earth’s, at least similar enough so that humans could breathe without Oxy-suits.
Colony 214-B-6, or Elmaty as it was know to the locals, was one of several colonies on Atheana-4. It was also the one of the first to be settled, nestled away in the corner of an island about the same size as France on Earth. The colony ship had carried several Terra-forming crews to the surface, and immediately they began removing the local habitat, making it more suitable for habitation. The colonies had no need for crop fields or livestock; food was grown in the huge biolabs at the centre of the colony, so despite the colony now numbering more than 11,000 people, it covered just a small area of land.
It was here that Jennifer had spent her teenage years. She reminisced back. The time she and the girls had snuck around the school after hours and filled one of the rooms with Pumice Bugs, her first kiss with David round the back of the library, the time she was almost crushed by falling Allstrand tree that had been hit by a Mag-truck the day before. Now she was a young woman, 19 years old, with piercing blue eyes and pitch black hair down her back. Her curvy figure always drew looks and cat-calls, her large soft breasts standing out from her body. Daughter of a Pylon engineer and an extra-terrestrial biologist, Jennifer was almost guaranteed to play a crucial part in the colony. Without the Pylons, Atheana-4 would be cut off from the rest of the galaxy, and there were still millions of species on the planet that had yet to be identified.
For now though, Jennifer was content to make the most of her youth. Promiscuity was hardly rare in this period of human history, but Jennifer was something else entirely. Her sexual appetite was legendary amongst certain circles, rivalled only by her ability to break hearts.
She smiled to herself as she slipped on the Haz-suit. She remembered last night, how Johny had flicked his tongue over her clit. How his hands squeezed her breasts. How his impressive cock made her scream and beg for more. She smiled to herself. “I’ll be getting some more of that Friday” she thought and she put her other leg in the suit. Haz-suits weren’t exactly needed around the colony. All wildlife close by had been classified a Class-5 threat or lower, and the local flora had been found to contain no harmful chemicals. But regulations were regulations, and it was always better safe than sorry on a colony world. The suit constricted her breathing somewhat, but she had learned to cope over the past 11-months with her job as an outpost relay-woman. It was a simple enough job, just drive the mag-truck full of supplies to one of the several-dozen outposts a few dozen miles outside the colony. And besides, she seized any opportunity she could to get out of the boring colony life.
Climbing aboard the huge vehicle, she shuffled around in her seat to get comfy.
“Stella, please check for malfunctions and damages.”
“Yes, Jennifer… no damages or malfunctions found.” replied the female voice.
S.T.E.L.L.A. was the artificial intelligence that had been created for the colonies. As intelligent as a human and also self-aware, she was programmed into almost everything, from mag-trucks to colony ships, to un-manned drones and even educational facilities.
“Thank you, Stella.” said Jennifer.
Pressing the ignition button, Stella recognised her finger print, and Jennifer steered the truck off into the wilderness.
“Any news on the radio, Stella?”
“Nothing new around here. But there have been reports of attacks by Stump-worms around colony 214-B-2.”
“Ugh, are the victims alright?”
“Yes, fortunately there was help nearby at both incidents.”
Stump-worms were large, native creatures, about he size of a large dog in length, but slightly heavier than a fully grown man. One of the more bizarre specimens of Atheana-4, they reproduced by laying eggs inside an orifice of another creature, then fertilizing them. Even more bizarre was the fact that they evolved at an incredibly fast rate. A mere year after humans arrived on the planet, Stump-worms were capable of using them as hosts. Not only had their ovipositors and genetalia become more scaled to the human form, but they had been observed sexually stimulating and using aphrodisiacs on their victims, who were almost always women, to make them less likely to try and escape.
Fortunately, they were native to a different continent, and so far no Stump-worms had been reported around Elmaty.
Jennifer couldn’t help but wonder what it must be like getting attacked by one of the creatures. Exactly how do they stimulate their victims? How could they have evolved so quickly? If they do those things to keep their victims from fleeing, does that mean that those women enjoyed it?
Jennifer snapped back into the real world as the radio crackled to life. But she noticed her day dreaming had left her a little wet between her legs.
“Come in Truck-7, come in truck-7, this is HQ.”
Jennifer picked up the mic.
“This is Truck-7, what is it, HQ?”
“Jen, it’s Al. Listen I know you were supposed to go to Outpost E, but… well, the colony has lost contact with Outpost A.”
“Lost contact? How? Is their sub-pylon down?”
“We don’t know that yet. But we haven’t been able to contact them for at least an hour. They have a sub-pylon and a reinforced satellite link, so it’s highly unlikely both have failed.”
“So you want me to go and see if anything’s wrong?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“Can’t you just use the Stella there to take control of the surveillance cameras and see what’s up?”
“We can’t. The Stella network at the outpost was disabled.”
“Disabled? Why would they do that?”
“Like I said, Jen, we need you to go and figure out why. All the emergency response squads are tied up around Colony B-2 purging Stump-worm nests. They would come here they said, but only if there’s proof of danger at the outpost. No sense in letting the worms go free if someone’s just sat on the off switch for the sub-pylon.”
“Alright, I’ll re-route to Outpost-A. I’ll be a while though, it’s a long way.”
“Thanks Jennifer. And listen, don’t put yourself in danger there. First sign of trouble, get on your radio and call an Emergency squad.”
“Will do, Al. Talk to you soon.”
Jennifer put the mic back in it’s holder.
“Looks like we’re going on a short trip, Stella.”
“Affirmative, Jennifer. Outpost-A should be reached in approximately one hour forty six minutes.”
Jennifer couldn’t believe her eyes when she pulled up the outpost. It was wrecked. The main door was shattered into pieces. A personal Mag-truck was overturned.
“What the hell happened here?”
“Would you like me to activate the emergency beacon?” asked Stella.
“Not yet. I’m going to see if anyone’s still here. Just… wait a few minutes.”
Before the AI could protest, Jennifer jumped out of the truck and cautiously advanced to the outpost.
Inside was just as ruined as the outside. The sensitive equipment was destroyed, even the normally hardy S.T.E.L.L.A. unit was flattened, an enormous weight had crushed it.
What really caught Jennifer’s eye however, was the clothing on the floor. A shoe, a torn Haz-suit, even some pyjamas had been strewn across the building. As she advanced further into the building she caught the scent of something. It smelled sweet, very sweet, and she felt her legs becoming weaker.
The scent started to ignite parts of her brain she didn’t know existed. She felt something primal growing deep within her.
One step further, she tugged at her collar. Two steps, she was panting hard, her palms sweating.
Five steps, she started to rub her breasts through her suit.
Ten steps, her clit, hard and red, rubbed against the crotch of her haz-suit.
Twenty steps, she stopped dead in her tracks. Slowly she sunk to her knees. Her whole body was aching for release. Sweat poured from her forehead as she started lowering the zip of her haz-suit. The cool breeze against her chest made her shudder.
Jennifer’s hands were shaking as she removed her arms from her suit. Her large breasts broke free too. Her nipples were rock hard, jutting out like diamonds. Her hands caressed them and she let out a quiet moan. What was happening to her? Why did she feel so aroused? So… alive?
Her hands drifted down between her legs. Her thighs trembled at their touch, her pussy leaking it’s juices. Her fingers danced around her abdomen, nails raking against her soft pale flesh when, finally, they found the bottom half of her haz-suit.
A small part of her screamed that something wasn’t right here, that she needed to get up and leave now, but Jennifer didn’t listen. She was already lost to lust. When her fingertips first brushed against her clit she moaned loudly. Her pussy spasmed with glee and a smile stretched across her face. Eyes closed she worked her right hand down into her haz-suit, her left up to her fleshy breast. At first her fingers teased the tender folds of her pussy, going fast then going slow, moving from her clit to her velvety entrance. But she couldn’t take it anymore.
She needed release. She needed it now.
With one move she ripped the haz-suit down to her ankles. She fell on her back and her hands immediately clasped around her snatch. She worked one finger up into herself, then another, then another . In and out, she moved them faster and faster until she could hear her juices flowing. A trickle fell down to the puckered bud of her anus and she smiled again. She had always enjoyed her asshole being played with; fingered, licked, rubbed or fucked, Jennifer didn’t care. She took her left hand and sucked on her fingers. She could taste the saltiness of her cum and it heightened her arousal.
Getting her fingers nice and wet she moved her hand down again, to her rear. Slowly she ran her fingers in circles, tickling her hole, until she penetrated it. She gasped audibly as the fingers in her dripping pussy quickened their pace.
Jennifer opened her eyes and looked down. She loved the sight of her tits jiggling as she finger-fucked herself to ecstasy. She adored the sight of her belly heaving with pleasure, her bellybutton so inviting and sensitive. She saw her hips bucking up and down to meet her soaked fingers.
She turned over onto her stomach. Her breast were squeezed against the cold, hard floor of the outpost and her own bucking body. She raised her ass in the air, her left hand now rubbed up and down her crack before plunging once again into her tight anus. Her right hand came out of her pussy and instead started furiously rubbing her red clit. Her moans became louder and louder, her breaths became faster and Jennifer knew she was close. She closed her eyes again as she remembered last night again. How Johnny threw her down onto the bed and tore off her panties.
She screamed with pleasure.
She remembered how his big, hard cock sprang free from his trousers.
She cried out in lust.
She remembered how he ploughed her for almost an hour, not giving her chance to recover from one orgasm as he pushed her into another.
Jennifer’s whole body shook. Her mouth flew open but nothing but a guttural, savage grunt came out as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. For a minute she saw stars. She wasn’t aware of anything except the intense pleasure radiating from her pussy, up her spine. Her thighs clamped together like a vice as she pictured a hundred men standing around her, all waiting their turn to cum in her sopping cunt. She pictured them lapping at her clit and asshole, shoving their dicks into her mouth only for her to suck on them with wanton abandon. No she wasn’t aware of anything but this moment.
She certainly wasn’t aware of the huge, fifteen-foot-long worm like creature that had been attracted by the smell of her sex and her moans of passion. The Stump-worm eyed it’s new prey from the back doorway of the outpost. It had used the same pheromones to drive all nine of the outpost’s previous occupiers into a sexual frenzy. They tore at each other’s clothes like they were paper. The two men of the base were not nearly enough to satisfy the seven women, so they had started cavorting amongst themselves, slurping at each others lips and clawing their breasts. It sat back and watched them for a while before making it’s move. Best to strike when the prey is at the height of arousal. One orgasm wouldn’t be enough. They would want another, and another, and another. The effects of the pheromones might not even wear off for days, depending on how much the prey was exposed to. Plenty of time for the worm to make his move.
But now there was new prey. The others had been carried off back to the brooding hole a mile away. Normally Stump-worms would just impregnate the victim and then leave, but not these ones. This kind looked after their young, and by extension their prey too. Once captured the prey would be brought back to the lair and imprisoned by a web of sticky secretions and gel. There they could be impregnated at will and without danger from the outside world. There they could give birth to the new generation of worms, only for the same worms to return a week later to impregnate their once surrogate mothers. The effects of the aphrodisiac pheromones would cause the victim to go insane with passion. From the moment they inhaled the first scent of the pheromone their fate would be sealed as breeding stock for the Stump-worm colony.
The worm looked at Jennifer writhing on the floor. In the throes of ecstasy she still hadn’t noticed the worm watching her. Jennifer gasped as the last of her orgasm faded. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut and her mouth hung agape as her fingers slowed their assault on her clit and asshole. Her body shuddered in response to her taking her fingers out of her anus, even a slight bit of drool escaped her open mouth.
But the fire inside her hadn’t disappeared. No sooner had her orgasm subsided she felt the urge building up again; stronger this time. Jennifer flipped over again, and opened her eyes. Staring up at the ceiling she blinked in a lust-filled daze. Her hands once again travelled south towards her shaking legs and her nails once again lightly scratched her inner thigh. It was then the worm made it’s move. Only inching itself forward at first, then it snaked its huge bulk towards its prey.
Jennifer opened her eyes. As she saw the worm her heart stopped, but her fingers plunging into her pussy didn’t. Still under the effects of the worms aphrodisiac, she watched spellbound as the slimy creature moving towards her. Half-moaning in pleasure, half screaming in terror, her hands continued to work their magic on her dripping body. The worm opened it’s gaping maw. A Stump-worms sexual organs were contained in a sheath inside it’s mouth. Another muscle was located below it, something that could only be described as a tongue. Around it’s mouth, six muscular tentacles that would entrap its victim.
As the worm reached her feet Jennifer found herself growing more and more relaxed. More pheromones escaped the Worm’s mouth and Jennifer’s legs shuddered with anticipation. The conscious part of her mind screamed to get up and run, but deep down she knew she needed release. The tips of two tentacles started wrapping around her shins, before snaking their way over her knees. Jennifer watched, transfixed, as they moved closer and closer to her full hips. Two more tentacles, longer than the others encircled her wrists. They pulled her arms away from her pussy and she screamed. Not in fear though, she was so close to orgasm, how could it deny her that? The Worm’s body moved up, until it’s organ came into full view. Red in colour, a full foot and a half in length and three inches wide, it was much bigger than anything Jennifer had encountered before. But she welcomed it all the same. She would have opened her legs wider, but the tentacles holding her thighs did that for her. The final two tentacles stretched themselves out and began moving their way up her belly and chest, leaving slimy trails as they went that made Jennifer’s body tickle and tingle with delight. She giggled as they wriggled around, exploring her bellybutton, her sensitive nipples and the full round globes of her breasts.
Further down, she felt the worm’s mouth engulf her. Her legs were still outside the worm, and the tentacles moved up to her hips to lock her in place. She felt the warmth of the Worm’s body surround her loins. She felt the sticky, wet juices trickle down her abdomen. She felt the thick organ rub against her thighs seeking her treasure. The Worm’s tongue also explored, licking up and down the cheeks of her ass, occasionally dipping down between them and teasing the pink rosebud of her anus.
Jennifer gasped. The Worm found it’s target, and methodically began pushing it’s organ deep into her pussy. She had never felt like this before. The Worm stimulated parts of her she never knew existed, she felt like she full to bursting. The way it writhed around inside her pushed her to the brink of another explosive orgasm. The Worm’s tongue started to push itself inside her other hole, causing her to scream again in pure ecstasy. The tentacles holding her wrists pulled them up over her head, exposing her body to the others. They wrapped around her back, and pulled her up into a sitting position. Her breasts fell against the Worm’s hot slimy body. The tentacles released her back and instead wrapped around her heaving tits.
After what seemed like an eternity, the Worm started thrusting inside her pussy. Jennifer’s legs shook in a thunderous climax. Her pink nipples rubbed against the Worm’s skin, heightening the sensations. The tongue in her asshole thrust forward as well, before resuming it’s own pattern. The orgasm resonated throughout her entire being, possibly even her soul. Jennifer wrapped her legs as far around the worm as possible. She pushed against the tentacles holding her hips and wrists, trying to open her legs further, and bring her arms down to caress her lover.
That’s when she felt something she never thought she would feel. The organ inside her kept pushing. It pressed against her cervix. Even as it started pushing itself through, Jennifer felt pleasure through the pain. She could feel it inside her womb, sending her over the edge of yet another orgasm. Her toes curled up under the intense stimulation, her fingers clenched into fists as she tried to pull away from the overwhelming sensations.
Jennifer’s vision went blurry. She felt herself drifting on the edge of consciousness. Then the Worm began to pulse inside her. She knew what was coming, even through her orgasmic daze. A thick gel began seeping out of the tip of the Worm’s organ. She could feel it being deposited in her womb, the viscous liquid filling her up. It was warm, and even made her tingle on the inside. Her mouth hung open. This was it. The Worm was laying its eggs in her. Soon she would be carried back to the brooding nest to be a breeding slave.
“Tentacle sex” said the angry group of women.
I looked at them, they looked really pissed. “There must be some sort of mistake” said the rumpled and frightened man who was me.
“No mistake” said an angry Asian woman shaking her small fist. “You advertised your web site as having tentacle sex and WHAT do we get when we pay our membership? EVERYTHING BUT tentacle sex.”
The other women looked like they might get violent, as I tried backing up to make a run for the back door. A tall muscular woman beat me to the back door, blocking my exit.
“Oh no you don’t Mr. money back guaranteed,” she said. “Your video’s are no better then your web site,” shouts a vicious looking red head. She looks like she could kill a man easily with those stiletto heals.
“I promise you ladies, it was all a misunderstanding.” I swallowed, my throat feeling dry with fear. “I even have a special club JUST for the tentacle sex ladies membership. Why as fate would have it, we are planning on a floor show tomorrow that will be broadcast live on our website – live.”
“You BETTER have” says a woman in a G I Jane outfit, she is armed to the teeth. Those G I woman take these things seriously.
I wondered if there were any tentacle men who owed me a favor. Reaching into the depth of my mind I remembered a supposed high school head master who DID owe me a favor. Rumor says this high school has a LOT of off world support, surely some of the star faring races that visit earth might have tentacles, or other such appendages. “Yes, yes, ladies I can guarantee there will be some tentacles, ps – Check the website for details.”
They looked at me as if not trusting what I said. Okay, I can understand that, they were right, I’d cheated them and if I thought I’d get away with it would do so again. “We KNOW were you live, more importantly” said one with glasses, “We have all your credit card numbers and will destroy your web site and personal life if you DO NOT come through.”
Shit, a hacker among them, never piss off the hackers, I’d learned that the hard way. “No, really” said I. “By this Friday the web site will have all the details and will also broadcast live for those that cannot attend the live performance. We will also get that tentacle sex section BACK up. Obviously something happened to our site and I do apologize,” I told them. They didn’t look like they were buying it, but hopefully I’d have something for them soon.
First I got on the line to a Hollywood producer I had some incriminating photo’s of. Amazing what they could do with special effects. I figured we’d do a porno film with a well endowed male star. They could add some special effects tentacles and get an actress to pretend she was orgasming to the tentacle effects when they supposedly touched the appropriate places.
For the live show and more tentacles, long feely things and other type appendages…I hoped my contact at a certain Japanese High school might come through. He did come through, after I reminded him of a few things he did when drunk one fine day. But that’s neither here nor there and really it’s so Speciest anyway.
The floor show had pseudo pods, tentacles and elastic alien bodies a plenty. The show started with Mr. Tentacle, he lived up to his name. He was a human looking man with something EXTRA, his muscular hairy chest oiled to reflect the light for the floor show. His long tentacle arms swayed with the beat of the music. He occasionally would whip out a tentacle arm to stroke teasingly a women audience member. I hoped the police were NOT noticing that part, that no touching rule again. Or was it just the audience that’s not supposed to touch the entertainment?
We had Mr. Bluppie next, I think he/it was a Mr. anyway. Imagine a giant green Jell-O mold that can dance, sing and makes shapes in sexually suggestive shapes. That was Mr. Bluppie, he got a lot of money thrown his way. All of the entertainers did, including Mr. silly putty, wow did the ladies like him. He advertised that he could just FLOW into ANY orifice and really vibrate a ladies problems away. There was Mr. Swim In ME – imagine if your warm fluid water in a swimming pool was alive, sentient and there to please and you have Mr. Swim In Me. The women went wild, they threw money, they screamed, threw open their blouses, offered these alien sailors a great many inducements to come home with them and set up house. I had to intervene when the women tried getting on stage and grabbing the alien men (again I think the aliens were all male). The law specifies NO TOUCHING of exotic dancers in these clubs you know.
Now that is how of course all this came about. I did NOT set up Mrs. Potive with an alien lover. If she went with one of the dancers AFTER the show, I can NOT be held accountable. Yes I know she was ninety years of age. Got to admit she had spirit though, I mean what a way to go. She kept Mr. Vibrate active and happy I hear for over ten hours straight. No wonder she had a heart attack! Mr. Vibrate is all torn up over it, he really liked the old gal. I hear the undertakers had to work over four hours to get the smile off her face.
Hey, now that is NOT a way to behave for an officer of the court.
Lousy system, my lawyers say I should plead insanity. I wonder what the food is like in the booby hatch?
[Author's Note: Well, my non-erotic fantasy story "Blades of Cairndale" doesn't seem to be too well-received, so let's get back to what I'm good at, shall we? More monster girls, and different ones for once! You'll notice that these lovely, rapacious ladies resemble already established monster girls from works like the Monster Girl Encyclopedia. But I've renamed them so that I can use my own desired designs and specifications without messing up any pre-established stuff. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this short tale. I assure you, there is much more to come with this story. I just wanted to post the first bit of it so you all wouldn't forget about me, hahaha. As always, comments are much appreciated. And since I'm posting this in December: Merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah, or in my case, happy Yule to you all. May your holiday season be filled with mirth, merriment, and monster girls!]
My name is Devlin Silvermane, and I am going to be the greatest hero that Thuralia has ever seen. Ever since I was young, I knew I wanted to be a hero, a warrior who slew monsters without mercy. When I was ten years old, my father was devoured by a monster before my eyes. She’d come after me, but my father leapt in her path and she’d grabbed him, pulling him away from me as I turned and ran like a coward. I’ve never forgiven myself for that, even if I was ten. I could have tried to fight, I could have died with my father.
I spent the next several years training with my father’s sword. I lived alone in our house, and was taken care of by family friends. They never let me roam beyond the village gates, lest I go hunting monsters. I kept my father’s old sword from his days in the military, and I did my best to teach myself to fight. I’d like to think I’m pretty damned good now. I practiced for years, and now I am eighteen and I can go forth and avenge my father’s demise by raining steel upon those evil monsters.
Thuralia’s monsters are an interesting lot. Firstly, they are all female. They take many forms, but they are all women. Some are shy, some aggressive, some timid, others sadistic, but they are all women, and they all crave men. All of these monster girls require males for procreation, and most of them absorb life-sustaining energy from male semen. Some, like the Slime Girls, can also gain nutrition from sweat, blood, and saliva. Monsters are also known to consume males for food instead of or in addition to taking their semen. But men are not the only ones in danger of being raped or eaten by monster girls. If some monster girls capture women, they can feed off of them by eating them, violating them, or in certain cases, they can convert women into new monster girls. Thuralia is a strange, dangerous world. The wilds outside of settlements are not to be traveled without protection. My protection is my sword, and I intend to set out today and carve my name into the world, one monster at a time.
The guards at my village’s wooden gates look me over as I stride past. I’m wearing soft leather boots, cloth pants, and a simple cloth shirt. I have a pack slung over my back and my father’s sword at my side. The guards look confused and a bit concerned, but they have no reason to refuse me passage.
“You always said you would venture off this way,” noted one of the guards. “Go on adventures, kill monsters, and all that. Only none of us ever thought you would do it, boy.”
“I am and I will.”
“You aren’t too big,” noted the other. “Be careful, Devlin. Fight with finesse, not brute force.”
It is good advice, even if totally unsolicited. I’ve found in my training that quick movement and swift strikes are more my specialty. I’m strong enough, but brute strength has never been my forte. So, keeping the guards’ wisdom in mind, I leave my little village behind. I’m off to see what this world has to offer to a young man with great aspirations and nothing much to lose.
* * *
The dirt road leading to the northwest cuts across the rolling hills and green plains of Thuralia’s southeastern region. Short trees dot the landscape and the sun shines high over my head. I’d hoped to get an earlier start, but saying goodbye to my old friends was difficult. I’d grown up in that little fishing village, it was hard to leave, but there was just nothing for me there anymore. Thuralia is so much more than just one little town, and I’ll have to learn all about it if I’m going to be the greatest hero our world has known.
I know this road cuts through a forest a few days’ march to the north. We trade fish for timber from a small outpost on the forest’s southern border. What I’ll meet between then and now I do not know, but I’ll soon find out. My boots crunch on the dirt and gravel of the roadway, a rhythmic pulse set by my stride. My hand rests idly on the pommel of my father’s sword. It is a short-bladed katana, razor sharp, and it will be the bane of any monster I encounter. Just as this thought crosses my mind, movement catches my eye.
Up ahead, in a stand of trees off to the right of the road, I swear I see something moving about, but I can’t tell what it is. A direct approach could quite possibly get me killed or captured, so I move off the road to the left, covering behind the sparse trees and moving as quickly as I can from one to the next until I’ve come level with the little copse on the right. And there amidst the trees I see her, the monster who is fated to be my first kill. And how much more perfect could it be? This monster is of the same sort that consumed my father. My vengeance will be swift and brutal.
They call these monsters Entanglers. She is, like many monster girls, entirely naked. She is a head taller than me, with pretty fair skin and dark brown hair. Her arms, head, and torso are normal in appearance, but where a normal human woman’s legs would be, instead a mass of long, writhing tentacles supports her. The tentacles end in suction cups, which I’ve heard can be used to cause great pleasure and pain. The Entangler is a sadistic creature, raping men into submission before devouring them with her razor-like teeth. It pains me to think what my father endured to save my young life. Now, eight years later, I’ll claim one Entangler as the first of many lives to repay the debt the monsters owe me.
No sooner do I see her than the Entangler spots me, her eyes flashing with excitement and her smile exposing her meat-rending teeth. Abandoning any pretense of stealth, I draw my sword and stride into the road, ready to meet my foe head on. Her tentacles squirm as she glides toward me across the grass, though she keeps her distance from my steel blade.
“A boy,” she sneers. “And you carry the scent of a virgin.”
“That’s no business of yours,” I reply, trying to sound imposing.
“Cute,” she taunts, “the boy thinks he’s a big tough man. Oh, but I’ll treat you like a man, don’t you worry. It will feel so good at first, I promise. Then, it’s going to hurt, a lot.”
Without warning she surges forth, and two tendrils shoot out for me. I barely avoid them, hopping back and swiping with my sword. She avoids the blade and comes in again, forcing me to duck under a high pass of one tentacle and then trying to trip me with another. I skip sideways, stepping over the prehensile limb and dart in to stab at her chest. That is my mistake, and I realize it instantly.
“Mine,” she cries, and three tentacles whip around my legs, knocking my feet from under me.
I fall flat on my back and the Entangler moves over me, her tentacles draped all around me as she stands over my hips. Two tentacles restrain my legs and with alarming ease she knocks the sword from my hand, pinning my arms out to my sides. Already, more of her long tendrils are undoing my pants and pulling them down. I feel the caress of her smooth tendrils, and the gentle tugging of her suction cups on my most sensitive, personal regions. Though I frantically try to pull away, the Entangler is stronger than I am, and her soft touching starts to stimulate my penis until it is standing at attention. My face burns with shame and anger. This can’t be happening, not so fast. I can’t fail!
“Now comes the part where it hurts a lot,” the Entangler maliciously giggles.
A tentacle squeezes tight around my shaft, the suction cup bruising my skin with painful force. Another begins to twist around my balls, flicking its tip painfully against them. I grunt in discomfort and try to pull away when the Entangler leans in so our faces are almost touching. It looks like she’s about to kiss me, when instead she gives my face a long, thorough lick. I recoil in disgust.
“You taste good,” she says over the sound of my pain.
“Get off me!” I roar with indignation.
“I’m not letting my meal go,” she informs me. “But how about I make it more interesting.”
My eyes go wide with horror when I feel a tentacle slide under me and start working its way into me from behind. The limb is just thick enough to hurt as it eases its way deeper and deeper inside of me. It makes my stomach hurt, and I let out a loud groan. The Entangler takes this as a cue to continue licking my face hungrily, occasionally giving my ears a playful nibble, which due to her sharp teeth, hurts quite a bit.
“Want to try and fit some more tentacles in there?” she offers, sending two more of her limbs to prod at me.
“Stop it, please,” I beg, humiliated and revolted at this situation.
“Huh,” she says suddenly, pausing, “you taste kind of familiar, and you look familiar too.”
I’m about to ask what she’s talking about when she gives me another lick, making me shudder in displeasure. My face is dripping wet with her saliva, its running into my eyes and mouth, much as I try to stop it. She looks me over and nods her head.
“Do you have a dad?”
“I did,” I grumble, sighing when she eases her tentacles from my ass. “He was eaten… by an Entangler.”
Could it be? This can’t be the same monster girl who stole my father’s life. Then again, why couldn’t it be. So long as a monster has a steady supply of male life-force, she’ll outlive any human. I redouble my efforts to escape, struggling against the Entangler.
“I carried off your father,” she recalls fondly, “I raped him for days. But then he escaped from me.”
“He’s an Escapist, you know,” she adds casually. “But I tracked him down before he got back home, and then I ate him slowly, and kept him alive for as much of it as I could. You should have heard him screaming. I’ll make sure you die slower, boy.”
An Escapist? What in the Nine Hells is an Escapist? How could my father have escaped at first? The fact that he tried to get back home, but failed due to the Entangler, just makes my sadness more complete. Painfully so. It’s like having a renewed hope, a burning candle that is snuffed out by a fresh gust of bitter wind. I go limp in the Entangler’s clutches, not caring that she’s now licking my neck, not caring that she’s lowering her body down onto me, ready to rape me. Maybe it’ll feel good before I die, who knows. My father’s fate sounds miserable, and if he couldn’t get away, how could I?
Without my struggling, the Entangler relaxes her hold on me. I feel the heat of her most intimate area as she readies to impale herself on my shaft. Then, as if struck by a burst of lightning, I come alive with power, my body reacting of its own accord. I wrench my arms free of her grasp and in the same motion sit up and heave her off of me. Not bothering to stop, I roll sideways and grab my sword, somehow ending up on my feet and charging down the road before I realize what I’ve done. I’ve escaped! I hear the Entangler screaming behind me.
“Come back here, male! I’ll catch you and I’ll make it hurt twice as bad now. I’ll skin you alive!”
How did I do that? How did I just escape like that? I have no idea, but I can’t stand around and think about it right now. I keep running, not stopping until I’m out of breath and far up the road, so far in fact that the Entangler is out of sight. I stop for a much-needed rest in the shade of a tree by the roadside, never letting my guard down. I take a moment to refasten my pants and sheathe my sword in its scabbard at my side. Then, I pull a handkerchief from my pocket and proceed to wipe the Entangler saliva off my face and neck.
“Had some fun, did you lad?”
I whip around at the sound of the voice, my hand flying to my sword. I half expect the Entangler to erupt from out of nowhere and then carry me off like some spoil of war. Instead, a middle-aged man is leaning casually on a walking stick. His clothes look battered and his face is bruised, but he doesn’t seem particularly tired or upset.
“Who are you?” I ask.
“You’re a Silvermane, aren’t you?” he asks. “You look like your old man. How did he not tell you about me, about us?”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
He chuckles at that and paces for a moment before stopping in front of me.
“From the look of you, you’re following in your father’s footsteps,” he notes. “I was worried when the Entangler grabbed you, she’s a tough one to get away from.”
“She killed my father,” I mutter bitterly.
“Did she? When?” he looks genuinely shocked.
“Eight years ago,” I say flatly. “For someone who knew my father, you didn’t keep up with him very well.”
“Ah, I assumed he was keeping a dragoness company,” he admits sheepishly. “You know how possessive they are. Even an Escapist has a hard time evading dragonesses. I’m sorry he’s dead, he was the best of our lot.”
There’s that word again, Escapist. What is it and why have I never heard of it?
“What is an Escapist?” I demand.
“You mean you don’t know,” he incredulously inquires. “I’d not have left you to the Entangler if I’d known. My apologies, lad. Escapists are… well we’re men with an inate ability, a reflexive power to get ourselves out of bad situations, particularly captivity. And we’re men who uh… rather enjoy the affections of the world’s monster girls.”
“What?” I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“You see, lad,” he goes on, resting again on his walking staff, “if monster girls could only rape the men they caught, men would just stay inside and the monsters would attack them en masse. Chaos would ensue. We, the Escapists, are a balancing force, we let ourselves get captured, have a little fun, then slip away. Carnivorous monsters are tricky, but we still manage to evade their hunger for flesh while still satisfying other needs. Usually anyway.”
He looks sadly down the road, in the direction from which I’d escaped the Entangler. He’s thinking of my father, as am I. This can’t be true. My father would let himself get captured by monster girls? He was some sort of pervert, who enjoyed these creatures’ affection. That can’t be the case.
“It’s not so bad as it sounds, my boy,” the man assures me, “Escapists are a good lot. We keep the world stable and, believe you me, those monsters appreciate us even if we get away from them. Though I know plenty of Escapists who’ve fallen in love and let themselves stay captive. I know this fellow named Marcus, not an Escapist mind you, but he lives in a mansion far to the northwest, with three monster girls, and he’s a happy young man for it. A tired one too, I’d imagine.”
I’m at a loss for words. Could I have my father’s Escapist blood? Is that how I was able to shake off the Entangler? And I have to admit, even the painful parts of what she was doing to me felt kind of good. I still hate her for trying to attack me when I was young and forcing my father to give up his life for me, but that Entangler was fairly pretty. Gods, what’s wrong with me?! She’s a monster, how can she be pretty?!
“If you’re going to start being an Escapist,” offers the man, “I’d recommend starting with Slimes or harpies, as they won’t try too hard to keep you captive. I know of a little cave to the east of here where some Escapists practice there stuff, trying to get away from the indigenous critters.”
“I uh… I don’t know what to do,” I murmur.
“Well,” he offers, “take this, just in case you decide to go for it.”
He hands me a book from his pocket, a small volume embossed with the title “A Guide to Thuralia’s Monsters.” I pocket the leather-bound tome and am about to thank the man when I realize he’s already gone a good way down the road while I was glancing over the book’s cover. He’s fast! He’s also headed straight for the Entangler. Eh, whatever gets him off, I suppose. I’m not about to go after him. Would my father have gone toward the Entangler? I don’t know what to make of all of this. It sounds odd, and perverse, to have willing sex with monster girls. But why should it be so? It’s a perfectly legitimate idea, satisfying them to keep the attacks on innocent men to a minimum.
I straighten up and get back on the road. About a mile north, the road forks northwest and directly east. At that point I pause, considering what I can do. The left-hand path will lead me to the forest, where I can bloody my sword with monster girl blood. The right will take me to the aforementioned cave, where I can test my Escapist skills. I make my decision after a few moments of silence. I never knew this about my father, this life he chose to lead before my birth. Now, I will try my best to find out more about it…
* * *
It’s late evening when I reach any sign of a cave. A small, dirt path led off from the main road and through the trees, leading me to the mouth of the cavern. It looks pitch dark in there, and I’m more than slightly nervous. What if I’m not an Escapist? What if my father wasn’t, and that man was just some deranged fool? I can’t be certain, but I still can’t explain how I eluded the Entangler earlier. This is my only clue to knowing more about my father, it’s all I can do to feel closer to him. So I rummage through my pack for my hand-lamp–a small lantern with a focusing lens to narrow and amplify its beam of radiance–and step into the blackness of the cave.
The gloom of the cavern engulfs me in its dank ambiance. My footsteps echo in the gloom and the air smells of musty earth. The focused beam of light from my lantern marks a clear path for me amongst the dirt and stones on the cave floor. The wide entrance chamber narrows into a small tunnel with a ceiling so low that even I have to duck down. So far, no signs of monster girls that I can discern in the near-blackness. But I push on, coming into a room with wide walls and a vaulted ceiling dotted with stalactites. A pool of water off to one side makes a soft babbling sound as it is fed into by a tiny waterfall up the wall. And there, in the center of the room, is a large wooden treasure chest.
I can’t believe my eyes; a treasure chest, just like out of one of those old adventure stories. Surely this one won’t be full of gold gems or magic rings, but still! Maybe other Escapists left items of use in there for curious adventurers like myself. There’s only one way to find out. With a last glance around the room in search of lurking monsters, I stride briskly to the chest and reach for the lid.
The second my hand touches the lid, the box flies open and a loud scream of excitement assaults my ears. A female torso erupts from the box, which is far too small to have contained a full person. The woman, a red-headed girl with pretty green eyes and noticeably pointed teeth, wraps her arms around me and pulls me down toward the chest. I don’t know how it happens, because the chest is far too little to contain one body let alone two, but she easily pulls me into the chest, letting the lid fall closed behind us.
“Finally, a new snack,” she squeals. “I’m going to play with you, boy. It’ll be great!”
“Hey, let go of me,” I protest, more out of surprise than anything.
“No,” she says in a cute, pouting tone. “You’re mine now, and I’m going to rape you until I’m tired. Then I’m going to eat you, but I promise I’ll make it quick. First, I’ll bite off your balls, then your penis, then I’ll eat your throat so you don’t have to suffer anymore.”