Chapter 3


Heather woke up with a start, the last echoes of a nightmare still resonating inside her mind. It didn’t last long, though, and like dreams usually do, faded quickly into the hidden corners of her memory.

Her situation hadn’t changed much in all the time she had been asleep. It could have been minutes, hours or months, as she had no way of calculating the time inside that damned cocoon. She felt rested, though, even if in desperate need to relieve herself, but all the suffering she had enjoyed thanks to the ministrations of her host had faded into the background. In fact, the only discomfort she still felt was from the urethral and digestive tract tentacles, and it was more a fullness feeling than the debilitating pain that had almost broken her. That didn’t mean some other changes hadn’t been made while she was out.

To begin with, she looked cross eyed at the tight mass of rubbery filaments that protruded from her nostrils. The picture would have been comical outside of the terrible context, but there it meant that her sinuses were full to the brim with the offshoot of the tentacle that also sealed her wide open mouth. From that place to her brain there was almost no distance, and she wondered if her grey matter was being similarly assaulted.

Putting those thoughts aside, as they got her nowhere, she directed her gaze to her breasts. During her time unconscious they had grown at least three sizes, and now floated gently in the liquid, their firmness lost to their newfound weight. The size gain was not the only new development of her twin girls: they itched madly all across their surface and the puncture wounds in her nipples and areolas not only hadn’t healed, they had grown until she could have sworn that a wire could be inserted in each one without problems.

Looking further down, she confirmed how her intestines had completely unraveled, covering almost all the free space in the amniotic bag and letting her see beyond them with more clarity. Her bladder was inflated to a comical size and now poked above her pelvis, nestled between the flaps at the bottom of the abdominal cut. Her balloon shaped organ was now the size of a softball ball, and certainly was the cause of her overwhelming need to pee. However, with her urethra so blocked by the penis sized tentacle, that relief was not going to happen anytime soon.

Without any new development in sight, Heather tried to calculate how much time she would need to go insane from isolation and boredom.

Was dying preferable to this fate? Even in that day and age, religion hadn’t completely disappeared and kept promising an afterlife behind the door of death. For a pragmatic like her those teachings were just the ramblings of madmen of eras past, when people was so terrified of death that any chance of escape was met with utmost devotion and a shower of tributes to the scammers that promised little and delivered less.

Nowadays, anyone could be immortal if he or she so desired, and Heather didn’t want to face oblivion so soon in her life but, if the afterlife really existed, her current predicament could feel like a blessing in comparison, given the lifestyle she had led.
Minutes, maybe hours, passed by and nothing changed in her small gloomy world of amniotic liquid and floating entrails. Being a limbless torso she didn’t even have the luxury of masturbating to pass the time. It was getting to a point where something, anything, even a new hideous torture, would be a welcome pastime to fight the tedium.

Had she ever entertained any notion of that process being marginally erotic? She could remember how not two days ago (or was it a week?) the sight of the rescued victim had elicited a perverse tingle down her spine, or how the thoughts of absolute submission when first trapped by the worm had awakened that hidden part of her that craved surrendering control for once In her life. Even if she had orgasmed pretty hard when that damned tentacle had violated her urethra while her belly was being split down the middle, that memory was fading away as quickly as her last dream.
Thus, it was a surprise when she felt a tangle of small tentacles beginning to probe around her labia. Maybe a new transformation was incoming! That was interesting enough to warrant her full attention, so she concentrated all her senses and tried to imagine what the worm had in store for her now. Painful or pleasurable, it didn’t matter anymore as long as it was something different.

The questing appendages were familiarizing themselves with the shape and elastic properties of her labia majora and minora, rubbing and tugging and pinching and twisting every inch of flesh they could get their rubbery tips on. Heather marveled at how the tentacles reacted to the sensations they were eliciting, it was almost as if they were learning how to pleasure her. That was an interesting new development, to say the least, and maybe it meant that the worm was finally messing with her brain and getting feedback, which then was used to perfect its technique.

Whatever the cause, the truth was that those damned meaty snakes were bringing her to a climax faster than any human or robot had ever done before. Having a direct line to her brain, if that was what was happening, meant that every action could be corrected on the fly to maximize pleasure. When one of her freakishly long impromptu lovers discovered her clit again, she shuddered thinking about the possibilities it opened.

As if not to disappoint, the clit tentacle quickly settled into a rubbing and tugging routine like its siblings that made her cum explosively at last, overloading her system in a cascade of endorphins. It was a very different kind of orgasm than usual, having no limbs and with her abdominals completely non functional it meant that the delicious contractions that suffused her whole body were absent this time, concentrating the discharge in her pelvic floor instead, and resonating wildly with her overstretched asshole. Had she had any strength in her jaws, she would have probably bitten the tip of the main tentacle clean. As things stood, it was just a matter of her mutilated, gutted body convulsing and rocking wildly inside her watery tomb.

As the experiment with her clitoris continued, the creature somehow discovered that the flesh covering her main pleasure organ was interfering with its efforts, so it prompted a toothed tentacle to emerge from a wall and clear the obstruction. The lamprey looking appendage attached itself to the hood in precise movements, and ripped it cleanly in a chirurgic, calculated twist, leaving the clit slightly scratched but otherwise intact. Like with the rest of the mutilations, the ragged flaps of her hood didn’t even have time to bleed before cicatrizing in the liquid medium.

The improvised operation freed her erect organ from its prison of flesh, adding at least half an inch to the exposed surface. Giving the tentacles more area to manipulate increased the intensity of her orgasms one more notch.

Without the hood in the way, the tangle of tentacles was able to twist around the now pinky sized clit and begin tugging rhythmically, adjusting the strength to Heather’s response but never lowering the pressure or stopping at all. The maddening assault had made Heather’s brain deliriously incoherent and, when some of the appendages entered her vagina at last and began to poke her g-spot with incredible accuracy, she again cummed her brains out.

“So alone. Alone no more”

Who had said that? Heather had accustomed herself to the blessed silence inside her mind when the scientist had closed the channels that the return of an inner voice took her by surprise, defusing her orgasm just a bit and returning some semblance of sanity to her overloaded brain.

“Who are you?” she mentally asked the presence.

“I am”

That last thought hadn’t been formed in words, it was more like a feeling. She feared that her wits were at last slipping from her, and anger replaced fear.

“You are what? Are you the alien? Let me out!” she yelled mentally.

“I am you. You are I. I need you. We need you. Alone no more.”

The feeling transmitted that time carried so much more than what her brain had interpreted as words that she was overwhelmed by the vastness of the mind behind it. It spoke of the infinite void between the stars and the miracle of the life sprouting in defiance to entropy. She felt like crying.

“I bring you joy. You bring me children”

With that last thought, the tentacles renewed their assault without mercy, again flooding Heather’s brain in endorphins and dopamine and making her field of view fill with white dancing stars. The tentacles at her clit were still tugging with the apparent intention of ripping the organ clean from its socket. Very small tendrils with razor sharp points made progressive cuts on the base of the clitoris with utmost precision, severing the tendons that held the pleasure organ in place, exposing more and more flesh to the healing liquid. Other needle tipped tendrils injected the newly freed tissues as they were brought out with substances that made the flesh swell and increased the sensitivity threefold.

In little less than half an hour, Heather had lost count of the orgasms she had endured, and the pain mixed with the pleasure in her brain in ways that made the two inexorably linked in her psyche.

What the tentacles kept massaging and rubbing did not look like a normal clit anymore. It looked like an inverted Y, with two short prongs emerging from what had been the clitoral bed, joining into the longest shaft, which now was the size of a little boy’s cock. The whole ensemble was raw red and pulsing madly as it assimilated the cocktail of chemicals that it had been dosed with.

Meanwhile, the tentacles that had entered her vagina hadn’t been idle. Apart from pleasuring her clit from the inside, some had gone further up to the cervix, the door of her womb, and had been poking at the entrance to gain access. It was not a difficult task, given the circumstances Heather was in. Her cervical O gaped like a fish out of the water at the tune of every orgasm and, one by one, at least eight tentacles had found their way inside her birth chamber and were now attaching themselves to the uterine walls.

Once they were firmly lodged, they began to retract at unison, tugging from the inside and lowering the uterus slowly but relentlessly. Having your uterus forcibly pulled in that way would have been an excruciating process in any other circumstances, but the clitoris tentacles were doing a mighty job of never letting Heather’s orgasm to crash down. The powerful pain signals were drowned by the cascade of pleasure that radiated endlessly from her partially excised clit and the cramps were being lumped with the rest of her muscular spasms (of the muscles that still existed or worked, that is).

Little by little, Heather’s vagina was unrolled like a sock. The tentacle filled cervix was the first thing to appear, followed shortly by a fleshy tube that soon reached four inches long, resembling a particularly wrinkled penis. Thus, her uterus was completely prolapsed and the tentacles at the clitoris stopped their work and retreated, leaving Heather spent and twitching with the aftermath.

When she regained her senses enough to feel that something was different down there, she took a while to muster the courage to look the new transformation. That statement of the alien about children had made her purpose, and the purpose of the entire host of trapped woman, clear at last. She was becoming a living nursery for that abomination, and the worst fact was that, if the payoff was pleasure like what she had just experienced, it might even be worthwhile!

Scared by that line of thought, of surrendering her freedom, her own sense of self, in exchange for carnal gratification, she took some time to collect the last of her dwindling wits. The fiercely independent woman, so fond of doing her will above everyone else’s that she had gone outside the law, bending to the reproductive whims of an alien creature!

It was an outrageous notion but, despite intellectually refusing the idea on the basis of her principles alone, her body was betraying her with each passing moment.

Finally, despite being so tired that all she wanted was to sleep for a bit, the feeling of her uterus being directly violated forced her to look downstairs. Between the coils of her intestines and behind her inflated bladder, she confirmed how her cunt now sported a pink tube of flesh, not very different from the accursed tentacles that permeated every surface of the worm.

A tangle of smaller manipulator tentacles emerged from her cervix and, if the painful pressure she was feeling was some indication, they were trying to expand the cervical ring a bit more than it already was.

Heather remembered the uterine warts decorating the sides of the worm, and imagined that soon, her own uterus would be added to that arrangement. She would push egg after egg for that creature until, spent, she would be finally digested as raw materials, or so she guessed.

With those dire thoughts in her mind, she finally fell asleep.

“You are back!” said a voice behind her

Heather opened her eyes with a start, not too surprised to find herself in the alien planet again. The landscape was the same she had been in the last time, except that now everything seemed clearer, crispier.

“Nesta, right?” Heather replied, turning around.

“And you remember me, you are advancing very quickly”

That Nesta woman that had entangled her in a kiss last time was now rooted in the ground like a tree. Her skin was crisscrossed from the inside with what looked like moving thick tubes and, from the wide open tip of her nipples, protruded two of those very tentacles that massaged her body under her hide, wiggling as if saluting Heather. She had no arms, her shoulders ending in clean, round stumps, but the red-haired pixie was still as cheery as she remembered.

“I didn’t know what I was doing here. Now I know”

“As I said, very quickly. It took some of us four or five times to recognize and remember this place”

As if their bellies hadn’t exploded in her last dream, the rest of the captured woman were happily looking at her and contorting their planted bodies in some kind of salute. None of them spoke, though; they seemed content to let Nesta do the talking.

“Why are you different from the last time?”

“Our host likes to entertain us with His memories of His planet of origin. He finds funny how we enjoy different forms of sex so He pits us against the most creative life forms He remembers or imagines”

“Very considerate from him” she said derisively “I assume he is a male the way you keep talking about it”

“It’s easier that way. You cannot fit Him in any of our categories” Nesta began “And yes, despite your sarcasm, He is very considerate, in His particular way, of course”

“You call eviscerating us and using our wombs as surrogates considerate? Last time I saw all of you, you were exploding like firecrackers with some kind of alien plant offspring!”

“Fun times!” Nesta laughed “In time you too will consider pain and pleasure one and the same. Like we have learned to do”

“And the whole surrogate thing? Do you not miss having the freedom to do with your life as you want?”

“Has it served you for something?” Nesta retorted “All of us were miners doomed to repeat a tedious process again and again so that some filthy bastards could become rich with our efforts” she explained, her body contorting as the tentacles squeezed her mammary glands directly from the inside “What takes you here, Heather? Was your life worth something? I guess not, or you would have not risked it for something as bizarre as this”

Heather was forced to shut her mouth before that argument. It was true that she was one of those filthy bastards that had profiteered with the sweat of others, and that she could do whatever she fancied whenever she wanted. But was that true freedom? In the shadows of the night, she had wondered more than once if attaining complete dominance over everything was all that mattered in life. Finding love, which filled the lives of so many people, had been out of the question since the beginning, and lately money didn’t have the same attractive that it once had had.

Maybe, in a corner of her mind, she wanted all that meaningless pursuit of power for the sake of power to end. Maybe her capture had been an unconscious slip by her part.

“I see by your lack of response that I have hit the mark. Doesn’t matter anyway, you are now one of us whether you want or not, so you might as well enjoy the ride” she smiled.

“Do you enjoy it?”

“Oh, I really do, His imagination is endless. He has travelled the distances between the stars for eons without count, meeting and absorbing many different life forms along the way. Whatever He doesn’t have seen, He will create for us”

“Including messy forms of torture?” Heather spat

“That was kind of an accident, in fact. He began with the most classic ways of pleasuring a woman, but for Sherry back there, vanilla play got old very quickly”

A beautiful black skinned woman three places behind Nesta, probably Sherry, winked at her.

“After reading her mind and discovering she liked her games very rough, He ramped the kinkiness up for her. Since we are not really here and we can recover as soon and often as we want, it was not long before some of us decided to give it a try” Nesta continued in a matter of factly tone.

“It hasn’t been two months since he captured all of you. It seems to me an awfully short period of time to get that far as I saw last time” Heather said, distracted by the myriad of wiggling tentacles under Nesta’s skin.

“Only two months? We suspected time passed differently here, but not to that extent…” Nesta whispered “Anyways, it’s true that it escalated quickly. We see it as a game, teasing Him to see where our limits are and how far He will go to surpass them. As He has no sense of morality whatsoever and we have grown fond of pleasure spiced with pain, this is making for very fun experiments”

“Why? Does he really have to go to such lengths to entertain all of you?” Heather said, puzzled about that odd behavior.

“He really wants to” she explained “You know, we are the first life forms who He has been able to share thoughts at such a high level. In all His travels, we are the first organisms that have come so close to His level of intellect. And space can be so lonely…”

“Through us He has learned about companionship, and love” another black haired girl behind Nesta continued “it is a concept so strange, yet so endearing to Him, that He likes to consider us His wives. Isn’t it cute?”

“Like a box of puppies” Heather interjected “So you are saying that a creature that travels the endless void of space, somehow absorbing and integrating into himself every life form that crosses its path, intelligent enough to communicate with humans and create mental landscapes for them, has fallen in love with a team of female miners just because?” she finished in disbelief.

“It’s a good summary, I suppose”

“It’s bullshit! That worm is messing with your brains! What about the males, or the clones?”

“He doesn’t need unfertile specimens. The man that He found just before you was sampled to get his DNA and reproductive traits. Now that He knows how our genetic makeup works, He can create His own hybrid children with us”

“You are pregnant?”

“Yes! Isn’t it wonderful? As soon as He finishes preparing your body, you will be too!” she paused “Oh, here it comes, girls!”

A tremor shook the ground, throwing Heather out of balance. The bodies of the women began thrashing wildly, and their skins began to bubble as if they were boiling from the inside. Suddenly, the wild tentacle lattice moving inside each of the females expanded all at once, ripping their hides clean from their bodies in a swift movement.

The girls, all red muscle, white cartilage and yellow fat, convulsed and screamed in agony and ecstasy while thousands of thin tendrils grew from every nook and cranny of their skinless bodies, shooting towards the sky and showering Heather in a mixture of gory chunks.

The last thing Heather saw was Nesta, her skinned head thrown backwards and vomiting a veritable cascade of rising tendrils from her smiling mouth. Then, everything went dark again.