Entire SMUT CATALOG: Volume 2

by Kimberly Gray

  Becka tried to get her hand, or even a fingernail into this gap. She did, and felt the grate shudder almost imperceptibly. She pressed against the grate a second time, this time pushing harder on the underside of one of the bars of the grate.

  Again, it shuddered, more violently this time and it rose from the floor slightly. She was on to something. She searched for anything in her cell that could help her pry the grate up. There was nothing. She returned to the grate.

  This time Becka moved her finger nail back and forth along the underside of the bar. It shuddered and rose, this time enough for Becka to slip her other hand underneath. With both her hands now under separate bars, she pushed up hard. The grate reacted violently to this, trying to move up and away from the irritation.

  The grate was now an easy two feet from the floor. Becka continued to push it up into the ceiling. She was rubbing her fingers hard across the underside of both bars.

  With a wild, shaking motion the grate disappeared into the ceiling and Becka rushed out of her cell and into the corridor, free.

  What Becka didn't realize was that this tentacle-like material was organic. It could be manipulated into any shape and made as malleable as a piece of soft rubber. This material was grown and required circulation to maintain it. Circulation of a fluid through veins that filled the interior of its hard shell. In most circumstances there were no bare ends. They would either be inserted into a pocket when used on a machine, or tapered to nothing at its end.

  For some reason neither of these were done to the wide, flat bars of the grate. What Becka had touched, what she had “irritated,” was the exposed root, and it responded like a bare root of a tooth would. It produced agonizing pain, and did what any living organism would do when exposed to pain. It did everything it could to distance itself from the source.

  Becka made her way down the corridor. She felt lighter than normal. It was the ships artificial gravity. The core produced an identical charge to each of the subatomic particles in her body, drawing them toward the surface that generated this charge. Though it held everything in a single orientation, not allowing for matter to run free, it was only 80 percent of Earth's gravity. This was what the beings, the creatures who crewed the ship, called “normal.”

  As Becka continued down the curved corridor, she found herself in front of a door. The only way she could tell is by the wide seams outlining the opening and what appeared to be two sliding panels.

  Pressing her ear against the metal of the door, she strained to hear anything. She might as well have been listening to a block of wood. She heard nothing.

  Examining the door in its entirety, Becka looked for any type of controls. A panel or button to push, an indentation of some sort. There was nothing.

  Then the net fell.

  Dropping from a panel in the ceiling, a mass of intertwined ropes, made of the same tentacle-like organic material as the grate, but with their tips closed tightly. They were as flexible as rope licorice, but as strong as steel.

  They soon encompassed her body, gripping her tightly. It was then that the door nearby opened. She saw another of those eight wheelers standing there, but this time it didn't scoop her up.

  It grasped the bundle of rope with two wide, flat metal tongues that extended from the machine's base and dragged her screaming into the room. She saw what looked like a huge, four-spoke wheel.

  She felt the ropes deliver an electrical shock through her body, then everything went black.

  **********

  Hours later, Becka was returned to a new cell. One with a metal screen that embedded itself into the floor.

  She was covered with mixed fluids covering her cunt and her inner thighs. Her cum and lubricant.

  “Maybe,” she thought.

  She was barely conscious, her body felt like it had been exercising for hours, her vagina feeling swollen and well-used.

  She had experienced the “wheel.”

  ***********

  Days later, Becka had recovered from her session on the wheel, but still had not found a way to escape.

  Every day the holes in her cell spewed out water and something like baby food at regular intervals.

  She remained naked, and would receive thorough cleanings twice a day. Like a power washer, the floor panels would streamed out water, with some sort of disinfectant, whenever the core determined cleanliness was in order.

  Becka never gave up on the idea of escape. Her determination to break loose never faltered one iota.

  “Some day,” She thought. “Some day I'll get my chance.”

  **********

  Becka woke to the whir of the eight-wheeled casters.

  She stood up straight, arms by her side, hands clenched in a fist and legs apart. Her plan was to roll under the door as it opened, slip by the eight wheeler and run down the corridor until she found a place to hide.

  She braced herself.

  The eight wheeler appeared outside Becka's cell door and stopped. The door to her cell disappeared into the ceiling, but before Becka could even grab a breath the strands from the machine surrounded and bound her, then secured her into place on its platform with the concave back.

  It spun 180 degrees and sped down the corridor, but this time it took a different route where Becka had never traveled.

  The machine made an almost impossible left turn into a straight hallway. The machine's platform rotated so Becka was always facing forward. After a few seconds on this straight corridor the machine abruptly turned right into another curved corridor and picked up speed. They drove for what seemed forever to Becka. The eight wheeler began to slow, then stop. The platform Becka was standing on rotated again. In front of her was a large door.

  She readied herself.

  Becka's plan was to visually scan the entire room once the door opened. She had an exemplary memory. She would look for other doors inside that she could possibly use for escape, anything she could use as a weapon or tool, anything that could identify her location.

  The door's two panels slid silently open.

  Becka was stunned and appalled by what she saw.

  Directly across from the door was a girl bound by the tentacle material into some type of chair. The girl sat with her back upright, bound at the abdomen. Her head seemed to be in a sort of helmet contoured exactly to the shape of the sides of her face. Her arms were on flat, thin armrests protruding from the wall behind her. Her wrists and forearm, just under the elbow, were bound.

  What Becka saw next sickened her.

  The girl, Alice Baker, missing from the parking lot of her work, sat on two small circular seat bottoms made of metal, with just enough space for her two ass cheeks.

  From this, two wide extensions, just over a meter in length, extruded from the seat bottom. They were each skewed outward 45 degrees, leaving the girls cunt and asshole spread open and completely exposed.

  Again, she was bound by the tentacles at her ankles, knees and thighs. To Becka, she appeared completely immobile, only able to move her mouth, eyes, fingers and toes, but nothing else.

  Becka broke her gaze at the bound girl and continued to scan the room. It was circular, maybe 5 meters in diameter, 3 meters in height. In the center was a round depression resembling a spoon.

  She saw three more of these “chairs,” each located on the points of a compass, 90 degrees from each other.

  Two of the chairs were occupied by other girls. Becka recognized them as two of the girls missing from the school. Jill and Tanya.

  Becka continued her recon of the room. She saw a door set between each of the three girls. It was much smaller than the one she had just entered, less than 2 meters wide, but there was something different about these doors than any she had seen since she had been a “guest” aboard the ship: there were 3 lights to the side of each door. One was the size of a silver dollar, the other two were the size of quarters.

  Her soul lit up like the sun.

  Manual controls, they had to be, there was no other reason sh
e could think of for these lights to exist. Quickly, she memorized the route from her cell to here, using her sense of time.

  “I'm getting out of this fucking freak show,” she told herself.

  She almost forgot that there was an empty chair waiting for her.

  Becka was quickly transferred from the eight wheeler to the chair. There was absolutely nothing she could do to prevent it.

  The girls had now began asking Becka for help to release them for their chairs. She said nothing because she could do nothing.

  The four girls waited quietly, but not for long. The door by which she had entered opened again.

  What Becka saw froze her to the bone.

  A being, creature, thing or alien, whatever you wanted to call it, entered the room. It was disgusting. She held back a scream.

  The other girls didn't.

  The creature had a body that was roughly egg shaped and deep black in color, with dark purple highlights, made up completely of tiny “scales”, tens of thousands of them covering its entire body.

  It was approximately two meters in height, one in width. It had two eyes exactly like those of a crocodile, including a reticulating membrane that could cover the eyes to protect them, each was the size of a dinner plate and were placed on the upper portion of the body.

  Becka could see no eyelids, no nose. It's mouth was a toothless zipper placed a couple feet under its eyes.

  There were two, dark purple hemispheres on either side of the creature's body. Becka recognized these. They were tympanum. The creature used these to hear.

  On its back was a large pouch, hanging from its body. It was opaque, but when the creature moved, Becka could see liquid shifting inside. The sight of the fluid made her shiver.

  The creature propelled itself by the use of four legs. They appeared to be tentacles of some sort, with four “toes” on each, curving down and resting on wide pads. Becka saw that these toes moved independently of each other, allowing the creature to move 360 degrees in any direction without ever having to turn its body.

  For arms, the alien had two coils on each side of its body. They looked like fire hoses rolled in concentric circles, each smaller than the one before it, ending with a nozzle that stood out straight at a right angle to the body.

  The only color on this creature was a yellow band, roughly a foot wide, around its midriff and two smaller, circular bands around each eye. These bands were covered in millions of colored spots. All colors in all shades and tones.

  The band around the creatures midriff held static colors, never changing, while those around the eyes flickered in uncountable colors, changing continuously. What Becka could not know was that the midriff band identified the creature to its peers while the flickering, ever changing lights around the eyes were used to communicate. What would take a human hours to explain was done in fractions of seconds through these light bands.

  The creature reached the depression in the center of the room and rested its body there, using its legs to brace itself.

  A series of spotlights above the chairs grew in intensity. Whatever was about to happen, would happen soon, thought Becka.

  She couldn't have been more right.

  Without any advanced warning, the coils the creature used as arms uncoiled, and did so rapidly. Before the girls could even notice, the nozzle of each uncoiled tentacle shot inside them. Past their pussy lips, burrowing deep in their vaginas.

  A unanimous scream of surprise was let out by all the girls.

  The ritual had started.

  Becka felt the sharp pressure of the alien's flesh nozzle pushing deep inside her. It remained where it had placed itself, motionless with the exception of a throb. It expanded, then returned to its original size rhythmically, pushing hard against Becka's G-spot. The nozzle excreted some form of lubrication, making its motions silky for Becka.

  It was by far the largest “cock” she had ever had inside her. With her body tense from excitement, she waited. This couldn't be the only thing this alien monster planned to do to her. And, of course, it wasn't.

  The cock nozzle began to behave like a true cock. It grew rigid and started fucking Becka's cunt, as well as the other girls' pussies. It was able to retract itself into the tentacle then expand out at any speed or pressure it wished. It moved easily in and out of the women's cunts.

  The nozzles lubrication began mixing with the small amount of Becka's own cum. Her honeydew. She was trying with all her will not to enjoy or the accept pleasure she felt from this thing, but she was loosing the battle. She moaned at the sensation. She heard the other girls following suit.

  Becka's thoughts were awash in a concerto of euphoria and confusion of how much she was enjoying this sudden pounding of her pussy.

  “I'm such a whore for liking this...I can't believe this! I'm being such a slut!” Becka found herself saying in between labored moans.

  The tentacle cock increased its speed and force of its imitation of human fucking. Becka felt an eruption building in her hips as she leaned her head back and screamed in climax. The sensual pleasures splashed over her again and again as her one orgasm rolled into two

  The other women's moans grew ragged as they took turns cumming, one after the other in a round-robin fashion. The room was filled with feminine moans of lust and ecstasy that lasted five minutes straight.

  Alice's pussy was being stretched open by the massive cock, but ungulating against it as she climaxed over and over without a pause in-between. Jill was thrashing against her restraints as best she could in throes of unending passion. She was trying to bear the torrent of pleasure she was experiencing, as best she could. Tanya was yelling expletives as she had stopped struggling and gave her body to the lustful wishes of the sex beast. She had climaxed more in the several days then she ever had in the rest of her life, and was finding herself addicted to the dopamine releases.

  Blind with lust, Becka attempted to push her pussy deeper into the alien flesh, but she could not move a centimeter.

  She watched as, from behind the foot-long cock nozzle, emerged two other small tentacles, looking much like the one inside her, only smaller. They had simply “morphed” from the creature's main tentacle into their current shape and size.

  The rhythm of the alien tentacle inside her increased rapidly to a hostile-fuck speed. It drove further and harder into the women's cunts than they had ever known or experienced.

  Becka exploded with multiple orgasms. She squirted entirely uncontrollably, spraying her girl-cum over both the nozzle and the tentacle behind it.

  All four women's moans were now long and drawn out, their bodies in beautiful unison of gasping in a breath, climaxing on the exhale and repeating the process. Mixed and mumbled “Oh, fuck,” and “Oh, God!” were the only words the women could find to say.

  One of the smaller tentacle cocks extended itself upwards and moved toward Becka's asshole. She saw this and was torn between fear and anticipation. This second alien flesh cock inflated until it was almost as wide as its brother, deep inside Becka's cunt. It stopped expanding at nearly three inches in width and began to burrow past her asshole, deep into her anus, then into her rectum. It too was well lubricated and slid effortlessly further into the depths of Becka's rectum. She was now being double penetrated, and she loved it.

  Jill, Tanya and Alice felt themselves being similarly stuffed to the brim and ass-fucked.

  The two alien flesh sticks moved in alternating unison, but the second cock could not retract into itself, rather, it recoiled on every out stroke, making its size increase dramatically. It tore at Becka's rectum and she screamed in new-found every time it did. Alien lubricant poured out of her anus.

  The doubled pleasure was almost more than her mind could endure. Her eyes shut tightly, she clenched her teeth against the moasiac of molestations.

  Several minutes of visceral fucking continued as all four women found themselves in love with what their bodies were experiencing.

  Tanya knew the alien was goin
g to destroy her pussy before the night was over, and she didn't care. The pleasure of the moment was too immense for her to resist. The unrelenting double-penetration had reached a level of nirvana.

  Jill never wanted the moment to end. She loved the feeling and pleasure of having two hot tentacle cocks deep in her and asshole.

  If Becka had kept her eyes open she would have seen the final tentacle tip expand to the size of the one now buried in her rectum. It moved fluidly until it was only a few short inches from her mouth. It struck like a cobra, pushing her lips open and into her mouth, then down her throat.

  Becka had opened her mouth out of sheer surprise as the third tentacle cock hit her lips. It was now far down her throat. The three other women were being deep-throated as well.

  Becka opened her throat as wide as she could. She was drawing in air from her nose, sounding like an exhausted horse. Every orifice in three girls' bodies were now filled with alien tentacle cocks, and the only action they could do voluntarily was breath through their noses.

  Minute after minute passed, all four women happily endured the sex beast's unadulterated ravishments. None of the women wanted the monster to stop. They had become anonymous sex holes, organisms reduced to the sole role of sensual pleasure, and four of them found themselves embracing their new lot in life.

  Becka's body began to adapt to this brutal triple penetration. Her rectum walls loosened and her throat opened wider than she thought possible. She realized she was being face fucked, anal fucked and vaginal fucked simultaneously, something she had never experienced before.

  She tried to hold herself together, not knowing how long the experience would last. Minutes? Hours? Days?

  Without any notice all three tentacle cocks changed their method. Each slowed, both in rhythm and force. Each reduced its diameter and each entered its respective orifice shallower, no longer burying itself deep.

  The only thing Becka could wonder was “Why? Please don't stop!”

  The reason why would be made evident shortly.

  All 12 tentacle flesh cocks began to throb slightly. Becka could feel this. A horrible thought entered her mind.