Entire SMUT CATALOG: Volume 2

by Kimberly Gray

  Jake leaned back into the couch a bit more and he brushed her hair out of her face, eyes flickering between her and the TV. A slight moan of approval slipped past his lips at her actions and he smirked down at her when the football game went to a commercial. “See, you’ll learn your lesson yet.”

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  THE END

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  ***************

  Becka was in nirvana coated in ecstasy, legs spread wide on the chair, with her, unable to move. The creature's fucking continued for what seemed like hours.

  The titillating tentacle trilogy comes to an out-of-this-world climax! Becka, the buxom blond taken aboard the tentacle beast's sexual starship, meets her match when she's led to a large throne room and brought to countless climaxes by a robot romeo. The droid's enormous dick moves in ways Becka has never known possible. Her body quivers, shakes and squirts liters as shes awash in android-induced ecstasy. Meanwhile, the starship's core computer has an ultimate surprise for her that will insure a lifetime of pleasure for her tight twat.

  This third and final installment has an unforgettable ending!

  ***************

  Becka was looking at the dead woman at her feet. It was Reyna, the collaborator who had done so much to the girls aboard this ship in space. She had killed her. Reyna had assisted these aliens in brutalizing the girls and got what she deserved, Becka thought. She braced herself for whatever would happen next.

  As expected, the door to the chamber opened, an eight wheeler silhouetted in the light from the corridor. It moved to her and its sinister, metal strands shot from the transport and entwined themselves around her body, pulling her into place, her back held firm against the curve metal upright. The transport turned 180 degrees, left the chamber and began its rapid transit down the circular corridors. In little time Becka was facing the mesh of her cell door. It opened silently and the eight wheeler deposited her inside. As the door to her cell fell from the ceiling, the eight wheeler did an about face, motors humming and whirring, and shot down the corridor back from where it had came.

  Once again, Becka was in her rounded prison cell, thousands of small holes in the walls staring at her like eyes. She stood and the floor firmed under her weight

  A stream of water began to flow from one of the many holes, running down the curved wall. Becka drank from it. Once she had taken her fill, the mush that resembled baby food, her only sustenance, pushed out of another hole. She ate in down using her cupped hands. The flow stopped minutes later. She knew she would gain strength from it, and she needed it badly. The amount of energy, and calories, she had just expended had left her weak. She received a cleansing, sprays from several holes in her cell's walls pumping out water and a cleaning agent. When all was done, she fell to the floor. It curved around her body and supported it. She fell into the sleep on exhaustion moments later.

  **********

  Deep inside the ship, the core had monitored and cataloged everything that had transpired from the time Becka had entered the chamber. Its pure machine brain, its processors and sensors collated the data. It chose a new option for Becka. A new instrument. The machinery of the production facility sprung to life, taking the core's data and making it real.

  Becka was in for a surprise. A big one.

  **********

  Becka woke at what she could only consider was the next day. She received her food and water and waited. She had killed a collaborator. She knew this could not go unpunished.

  Days passed, as Becka counted them, yet still, nothing. She exercised her body the best she could, given the limited amount of calories she received. The remainder of the day she either paced the room or lay on the floor. Then it came, the all too familiar noise of eight wheels turning in unison, propelling the transport at breakneck speed.

  Becka offered no resistance as the strands of metal once again encircled her limbs and torso, pulling her into an upright position, her back against the curved, upright support. Within moments she was being taken down many different corridors, the transports speed, giving her the impression of a carnival ride. It stopped in front of another of the great doors leading to a huge, circular chamber. The doors opened and Becka was unceremoniously dumped inside.

  As she stood, she saw the alien monster sitting in a depression in the center of the room. Its egg shaped body, with its four stubby, coiled arms, ending in what appeared as a nozzle, and four legs, each with four toes. Its black, scaly body shimmered with deep purple tones under the light. Its large, saucer shaped eyes looking directly at her. She shivered at the sight.

  Lengths of flexible, tentacle-like material shot from holes in the ceiling like striking snakes, encircling her wrists and ankles. They sagged and gave her slack. She was able to walk, should she choose to.

  “Here,” the voice boomed in the circular chamber.

  She knew it had originated from the creature, but the sound seemed to come from the walls, in every direction. A circular area of the floor near the creature illuminated. Becka knew that if she didn't walk under her own power, she would be dragged. Defiantly, she walked slowly toward the creature, returning its stare.

  Becka stood on the illuminated area of the floor, so close to this creature she could hear it breathe. The air between them grew opaque and an image became clear. It was a series of pictures, not quite a movie. It showed Becka killing Reyna, the collaborator. The pictures disappeared and the air between her and the creature became clear once more. Becka stared at it, as if unaffected by this presentation.

  One of the creature's arms uncoiled and reached for something on the floor. Lifting it, Becka saw what appeared to be a deformed hockey puck. Rising round from one side was a purple dome of a material Becka could not identify. It was smooth and reflective. On its back side was a metal band, looped from one side to the other, a bulge of the material rose from its flat surface. The air between them once again became opaque and a single image appeared. It was a hand holding the device. The bulge on the back side fit into the palm of the hand, with the band tightened over the back of the hand to secure it. This was the device Reyna had used.

  Becka remembered Reyna making the purple dome pulse, the energy it emitted hit a girl, taking her off her feet and propelling her backward. It was some kind of kinetic energy emitter. The pulse must compress the air between it and its target, like being hit by a 200 mile an hour wind, in a fraction of a second. It hit Becka like a baseball bat. This “thing” wanted her to become a collaborator, taking up where Reyna had left off.

  “Fuck you,” Becka roared at the creature. No translation was necessary. The image disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. The air was clear once again.

  Dozens of tentacles of the hardened material struck Becka from behind, entwining themselves around her body and pulling her backward with great force. They pulled her into a metal chair, shaped like a “V”. Her head and arms were secured to it. Her legs were spread apart wide, each one secured to one of the flat steel plates of the “V”. She was secured at the waist to render her completely immobile. She was defenseless, legs spread wide, her entire body secured to this chair. She knew what would happen next.

  Like a bullet, one of the creature's arms uncoiled and flew toward Becka. Its nozzle tip had now rounded, like the top of a broomstick. It struck Becka's cunt lips, passed through them and buried itself, with brutal force, deep in her cunt. Once firmly implanted, its width expanded so far, that it stretched her inner flesh. All this occurred in a fraction of a second.

  Becka let out a scream as if she had been st
ruck by a lance. It was so loud it threatened to rupture her ear drum. The pain was so far beyond anything she had ever experienced it clouded her vision and mind. Within moments she lost consciousness.

  **********

  She woke from sweet oblivion to searing pain. The creature was still inside her, large as ever. She let out another scream, but only her ears heard it. She felt the mass of the creature's flesh inside her begin to move.

  The inhuman cock inside her reduced its girth. Some of the pain left her, but only enough so that Becka would remain conscious. She could feel something warm flowing over her ass cheeks and anus. She knew it could be precum from the alien trunk. The alien cock arm inside her slid back into itself, perhaps four inches, then shot forward like a piston, with immense force. It struck bone and Becka let out another blood curdling scream of pain mixed with intense pleasure. She saw a spray of precum burst past her cunt lips, into the cool air of the chamber. It caused her to shiver.

  Something hot was being forced into Becka's battered cunt. It came from hundreds of micro-holes that covered the circumference of the creature's cock nozzle. It burned her slightly, then she could no longer feel anything other than its oily slickness. Becka did not know it, but this fluid was already healing the damage done to her by the initial attack of the creature's member.

  The creature continued to fuck Becka, in its alien way. The flesh nozzle inside her now-wet cunt, continued to piston more and more of its length in and out, never breaking the seal between her cunt lips and its black flesh. Becka's screams came at regular intervals, though much less loudly. Her throat burned, her voice hoarse, from her screams of sensations. With each hard stab of the creature's cock nozzle, clear precum from the creature's fluid, burst from around her cunt lips into the air, hanging like a mist, before falling to the floor.

  Becka was in agony coated in ecstasy, legs spread wide on the chair, with her, unable to move. The creature's assault continued for what seemed like hours. Then, abruptly, all movement stopped. The creature's flesh member was buried deep inside Becka's swollen cunt. She felt it grow wider inside her, bring a new, acute pleasure as it stretched her to the limit. The aliens precum was flowing steadily. It was hot and slick on her ass and anus. Though she could not have seen it, the rounded tip of the creature's cock nozzle opened slightly. The creature discharged its fluids deep inside her.

  Becka screamed anew. She felt the creature's fluid discharge flow from her like hot water. She struggled against her bindings in a doomed effort to pull away from the torrent of sensations. She remained immobile. Tears of pleasure streamed down her eyes, ecstasy emanated from every nerve in her body, as if they were bare to a world of pleasure. This new fluid flowed from around her cunt lips and dripped from her anus. She could hold on no longer. She was swirling around in a sea of pure nirvana. She disappeared into the bliss of unconsciousness once more.

  **********

  When Becka finally regained consciousness, the sexual sensations was gone, as was the creature's cock nozzle. No more fucking, no more precum. She felt the her own honeydew and the alien cock fluids dry on her ass cheeks and anus. They were now a sticky covering. The creature remained, sitting in its depression in the floor. She could tell nothing of its intent by looking at it. Its colored banding seemed to change more slowly, more fluidly now.

  She hoped and prayed it was over. It wasn't.

  A steel rod descended from one of the many holes in the ceiling. It stopped when the tip had reached the same level as Becka's bare cunt, and the film of fluids that covered her. It remained still, perhaps a foot away. The tip then turned 90 degrees toward her, now less than an inch from her cunt lips. A soft spray of some unknown fluid came from its tip, soaking her cunt, ass cheeks and anus. After several moments it stopped, turned back 90 degrees, and pulled itself to the hole in the ceiling, where it disappeared. The fluids evaporated from Becka's body, leaving her clean.

  A tube from which water flowed made itself available to Becka. She drank deeply, replenishing her loss. She sat, waiting for a transport to carry her back to her cell. It did not come.

  Again the creature's arm began to uncoil, though now slowly, very slowly. Becka tried to maintain her composure but, inside, the terror had returned. She watched every movement of the arm, and especially its flesh nozzle. She saw it stretch out, perhaps a foot, then shrink in diameter to about three inches. It moved toward her slow and steady. In the light of the chamber she could see the nozzle glisten with some form of slick, viscous liquid. Her mind immediately went to the rush of liquid she had received from it, just moments ago. Fear consumed her.

  The slick alien cock nozzle drew nearer to her. She could now see the tip was rounded, with no slit or hole visible. It stopped as it touched Becka's anus. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth for what was to come.

  The alien's flesh finger slid past her anus and into her rectum slowly, forcing the flesh apart. Becka moaned, but did not scream. She felt the creature's slick cock nozzle move slowly, deeper inside her. Its girth spread her rectal walls to their limit. Becka screamed wildly, as her rectum was forced to take all of the alien creature. The alien cock slid slowly, ever deeper, until it reached the point where the rectum gave way to the bowels. Here it stopped, then began to withdraw. It did not slip back into itself, rather, Becka could see the alien's arm move back, bringing its ungodly tip with it. The withdrawal was slow and steady, as had been the entry. Looking down, Becka could see that its slick surface grew event wetter. The pleasures never stopped, not for one instant.

  Over and over again, the creature's flesh nozzle entered and left her rectum, always slowly. It drove deep inside her, and stretched her with each entry. When it withdrew, Becka felt the ceature's precum wash across her ass cheeks. Her screams had ended, her throat no longer able to create the sound. Now, only deep moans of ecstasy escaped her.

  Becka felt the creature's cock nozzle accelerate. Faster and faster it moved in and out of her stretched rectum, past her anus, and over and over Becka moaned at the harsh pleasures she received. Precum poured from her anus in rivlettes. This ritual seemed never ending, as did the forced pleasure. The cock nozzle buried itself deep into Becka's rectum once more, but this time, it did not withdraw. It remained motionless at its deepest point. Then it began to slowly expand in width.

  Becka's pleasure mixed with pain almost immediately doubled. She grit her teeth, eyes closed and moaned loudly. The sensations were unimaginable. She could feel her anus and rectum unable to stretch further. The alien's precum was flowing across her ass cheeks and dripping to the floor, with a sound Becka could hear.

  “This is how I will die, in a world of pleasure,” she thought to herself, as she slid into unconsciousness for the third time.

  **********

  When Becka returned to the land of the living, she knew a substantial period of time had passed. The creature was gone, and with it, the instrument of her pain and pleasure. She could no longer feel the flow of of its precum from her destroyed anus and rectum, in fact, she couldn't feel any of the sensations from earlier on her body at all. Her senses were operating normally, as she could feel her body on the chair. The only rational thought that came to her mind, was that the creature's machines had once more cleaned her of all fluids. She felt lightheaded and ill. She saw the tube that dispensed water was still there, so she once again drank deeply. There was a subtle, strange taste to the water, but Becka decided to ignore it and continued drinking.

  **********

  Deep inside the ship, the core had been monitoring all of Becka's physical functions. It had added a compound to the water that promoted rapid cell regeneration. The same compound had already been added to the water and food flows in her cell. To the core, a human body was a most simple machine, so easy to repair. It signaled a transport to take Becka back to her cell. In the manufacturing facility, its creation was almost complete.

  **********

  Becka heard the door to the chamber open, and the familiar wh
ir of an eight wheeler entering. The tentacle like material that bound her to the chair retracted into the wall behind her and disappeared, only to be replaced by the metal strands of the transport.

  The transport lifted her effortlessly and placed her on its base, her back against the concave upright. The strands pulled her firmly into place, then exited the room, traveling down the corridors with great speed.

  It was not long until Becka stood facing the mess door of her cell. It opened silently, the eight wheeler deposited her on the floor, then disappeared back down the corridor, her cell door closing behind it.

  “Home,” Becka thought.

  Water began to flow from one of the holes that lined her cell. She got up from the floor and drank from it. It had the same, unusual taste as the water she had drank in the chamber. Once she had drank her fill, the water stopped and food appeared from another hole. Becka ate all of this baby food mush her cell offered her. Once the food stopped, Becka dropped to the floor. As it contoured under her, she fell into a deep sleep.

  **********

  Becka rose from her sleep not knowing how much time had passed. She stood up and marveled. All her aches and pain were gone. Her strength had returned to her. She felt better than she had in months. It was something in the water, she thought to herself, and, as if by magic, water began to flow from one of the holes on the walls of her cell. She drank from it. It still had that peculiar taste to it. She found herself thirsty, signaling in her mind that she had been asleep for quite a while. Just as soon as the water stopped, the mush that was her food began to flow from another hole. She gulped it down greedily. Until now she hadn't known how hungry she actually was. The flow of food stopped, leaving her full.