Impregnated By The Tentacle 2
©2012 Raminar Dixon
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Her scream was ear-piercing as she lost her futile grip and the creature’s tentacles crossed her torso, constricting, and snaked around her arms. “Help!” she shouted to the troopers on the far side of the gorge, but they couldn’t hear her. Already, the creatures lining the hollow crevices of the canyon wall had burst forward in concert, capturing or killing the troopers with equal indifference. Tessa’s despairing cries were turned into a weak gurgle when the slippery feelers began to squeeze down on her throat.
“Just relax, Tessa,” I coached. The hate still swam in her eyes, but now fear had taken over. “It’s so much easier once you let go.”
“Help…me,” she strained out, and tried to reach towards me. “…please.”
“I am helping you. Soon, you’ll be one of us.”
As the nearly endless purple expanse rolled out ahead, I began to wonder how long it would take to walk back to the research team’s forward base. It had been eight days now since Tessa, outraged by the discovery that I had been sleeping with her husband, had nearly killed me.