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If you're under 18, don't read this story. Skip or erase the file. If
you're over 18, you can officially decide for yourself.
The following is a work of total fiction containing scenes of graphic and
bizarre nc SF sex. This story includes fairly strong elements of
restraint/bondage (of a sort) and of impregnation/ insemination (of a sort).
Content is my own (Monocle), copyright 2000, (as are the typos, and
spelling & grammar errors), and any resemblance to persons or events living
or dead or stories already written is purely coincidence.
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Hope you like it.
Monocle
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Perimeter Violation - SF Other/F nc preg weird
by Monocle (monocle_o@NOTTHIS.hotmail.com)
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A Young colonist discovers the hazards of
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Perimeter Violation
By Monocle
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Bioreport Transmission 087-A (Addendum)
Xenostudies Team Leader
Douglas E. Trefay
Riouhn Colony, RioFeb 2, 2190
The flora and fauna of this world have an interesting symbiosis. The
megaflora are in fact not plants at all, but differently evolved
quasi-animals. The type relationship exists at many scales, but can be
exemplified by those of the Greenrat, Tiger Tail Tree, and Fanfern (see
detailed taxonomy and work-ups in Bioreports 40, 54, and 71). The
herbivorous Greenrat consumes a variety of leafy and stalked plants
including Tiger Tail "bark" and Fanfern. Fanfern provide essential nutrients
for Greenrat, but also contain seemingly unrelated proteins hormones, and
other genetic material. Greenrats reproduce sexually, but the "males" also
posses a womb-like body cavity while the "females" have two. The male and
secondary female organs are not utilized by their own species, but by Tiger
Tail Tree, which fertilizes its egg/seeds with the Fanfern-containing
excrement of Greenrat. These seeds are ingested by the Greenrat, but
diverted from the stomach by a secondary esophagus. A combination of
chemicals and hormones from both Fanfern and Tiger Tail enable the seeds to
develop in the Greenrat. Some weeks later the Greenrat instinctively digs a
hole and "lays" a new Tiger Tail as it grazes further afield. Young Tiger
Tail stands provide low ground cover, shade, and litter that are the perfect
habitat for growth of Fanfern.
There are many such interdependent biological relationships on this world,
some more complex than this. Human biology is incompatible with most flora
and fauna on Riouhn, necessitating transplant of native species to establish
self-sufficiency. A more thorough investigation will be required after the
15-year startup/establishment phase is complete. Until such time, travel
beyond screenfield perimeters secured against the intrusion of undesirable
and uncharacterized alien life should be prohibited for unarmed groups of
fewer than six.
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"Stay inside the Perimiter"
It was a phrase Robin Trefay heard early and often throughout her young
life in the far-flung human colony of Riouhn. Everything within the secure,
fully explored zone was safe, anything outside it might not be. The warning
was constantly drummed into the heads of the youngest colonists. But Robin
had not been born here and, at 16, was tired of listening to all the rules
and regulations her parents and other 'grownups' seemed so fond of. With the
new year 2201, she was nearly an adult herself, and felt her right to choose
her own rules was long overdue by now. She needed a place to be free, if
only for an hour or two every now and then. This is why, for the last two
months, she had been stealing out of the complex roughly once a week in the
early morning. Slipping in and out of the screenfield undetected wasn't that
hard for a technically competent teenager. She supposed that was why the
warnings not to were so pervasive. A short, simple set of deceptions kept
anyone from asking questions about where she was, and so she had been able
to explore the area surrounding the small pioneer colony all by herself.
It was very pretty landscape - more so than the sights available in the
sprawling colony zone. The added adventure of being "outside" made it that
much more appealing. It seemed just as tame as the manicured central park of
the settlement square. She noted a few plants and animals she didn't see
within the boundaries, but they seemed to inhabit small niches not present
in the colony proper. She'd brought along a small scanner and SedDart gun on
her first few trips out trips, but left the gun behind when her fear faded.
It was too much of a hassle to liberate one for her short trips anyway. The
scanner made its utility known early, giving her details of the new flora
and fauna she ran across. The animals were benign. The only ones out here
that she hadn't seen in the colony were a small rodent-like creature with
three buck teeth and yellow-green fur (Greenrats - banned from the colony
because they liked to chew fiber optics), and a skittish blue-brown
deer-size creature with six spindly legs and a long neck. The plants, on the
other hand, were many and different.
Most of the native vegetation within the perimeter was cleared away for
human agriculture, so observing the richness of the alien plant world was
one of the real joys of Robin's secret trips. Some plants (Bluecrest,
Fanfern, and Tiger Tail Tree) had names in the colony logs. Others had no
colonial designation, so she gave them her own names. Her own studies of
Brushplants, Eyestalks, Butterflowers and more recorded in her private
journal. But the real coups were the Beerberry and the Elfig. Detailed lab
analysis of samples Robin smuggled back into the colony with her confirmed
the initial findings of from her small scanner. They were edible - even
nutritious for humans. She'd named both of those plants based mainly on what
she'd read and imagined. Beerberries were vaguely wheaty, something like the
beer she once tried and hated, but with a sweet aftertaste that made it
palatable. They grew on low bushes in red-brown bunches like small grapes.
The elfig was altogether better. It was the size of a strawberry, soft like
a fig (she'd only read about either in texts), sweet, and juicy. The texture
was more stringy than pulpy however, and took some getting used to. Robin
named them elfigs because they grew on trees that looked like extremely tall
elephant legs. Robin had only seen pictures of elephants in history texts,
but the gray, leathery texture of the Elleg trunk looked allot like the
3Dpics she'd seen. Elleg trees were very tall, topped by four very large,
broad leaves, usually translucent green with blue veins. Elfigs grew on the
trunk, like little buds. The ripest ones were the highest - hard to reach,
but worth the effort. While reaching for a particularly nice looking fruit
last trip out, Robin discovered the gray Elleg trunk itself was actually
semitransparent as well. She could make out a strange interior system of
veins and other shapes in the plant, almost like an animal's circulatory and
organ system, but not quite, since the Elleg clearly registered as vegetable
on all her scans.
On this sunny morning, on her eleventh venture from the colony, Robin
explored the far side of a nearby promontory the children of the colony had
named Witch's Hat, about two kilometers southeast of the perimeter. It was
always a little more thrilling when she was completely out of site of the
settlement's observation and space-launch towers. She could feel like she
was alone, literally in her own world. This particular hike was extra
rewarding, with a new valley vista that extended for many kilometers through
the local foothills, and more new strange flora and fauna in the dense
forest below the small steep peak. After a good, carefree trek, Robin
checked her timepiece and set off for home. She was a good enough orienteer
not to need her wrist computer's compass or locator, which she kept in her
skirt pocket to feel unencumbered and as "low tech" as she could. She wore
her usual skirt, tights and blouse on most of her hikes. Standard issue
shoe-boots in the colony weren't overly attractive, but they served multiple
purposes. The modern fabrics rarely got dirty, and it made it easier not to
have to change clothes for her escapes.
Robin had taken to "going native" whenever she could. Whenever she hiked on
her own, she ate the consumables she'd discovered. She even had a secret
stash of beerberries in her quarters in the colony, which she often snacked
on before bed. She'd grown to like the taste. There were virtually no side
effects to the native cuisine. Her urine seemed darker after a particularly
large helping of the alien fruit, and her body odor seemed to have changed.
It was so subtle that only she noticed it, but it was a change for the
better anyway; sweeter, cleaner, even when working up a sweat. Even so, she
still sneaked a self-check in the medical dome just to make sure everything
was OK, which it was.
One thing even turn-of-23rd century clothiers could not help was the call
of nature. Soon after turning back for home, while passing through the
forest, Robin stopped to relieve herself. Even though there was no human for
kilometers, she still picked a relatively shielding grouping of Elleg
trunks, and conscientiously crouched down on the northwest side away from
the colony. With her knowledge base and the benign nature of everything
encountered so far on this world, Robin didn't worry about nettles or the
like when she cleaned herself with a broad leaf from a low-hanging plant.
She was startled, though when the leaf, part of a four-leaf bundle, sprang
out of her hand when she was finished and rose rapidly on a stalk thicker
than she'd expected. She realized it was in fact the top leaf cluster of a
low-hanging Elleg treetop. Had it been bowed down by some weight that her
handling dislodged? She lost sight of the bundle when it reached the Elleg
canopy overhead, so she couldn't be sure which trunk it belonged to. She
shrugged as she pulled her undergarments back up and straightened her skirt.
She had a hankering for one more elfig before heading home, so she walked
around the small grove to find a good one. Spotting a likely candidate, she
reached up, straining to grab and pry it loose. A strange thing happened
then. Just as her fingers closed on the fruit, it retracted back into the
trunk, which seamlessly closed over it. The trunk itself was slightly more
transparent than most, so see could see the yellow-gray fruit, along with a
few others from the same level of the trunk slowly sinking deeper into the
interior. She watched fascinated, not noticing the tree she was observing
and a couple around it were stirring. The Elleg trunks quietly bent double,
turning their leaf clusters facing down and lowering them toward the ground.
Upon reaching the soil, they swept slowly across it until one found the spot
Robin had recently squatted. While Robin continued watching the interior
movements and circulation of her one trunk, face pressed up against it to
see better, other leaf bundles joined the first over its find. Only when the
trunk itself cleared to near transparency did Robin see through and notice
the motion on the other side of it.
Robin stepped back and peered around the trunk at the group of three leaf
bundles mopping around the forest floor. As she watched, first one, then
others raised up and hung sideways, broad leaves arrayed like windmills.
They waved back and forth slowly, almost like the colony's transmission
dishes scanning for signal locks. One turned to face in her direction and
stopped. Soon the others followed suit. Robin began to feel uneasy. She
started backing away slowly.
The leaves on the low-hanging trunk-tops began to curl up lengthwise into a
tight roll, quickly resembling stalks or small tapered trunks themselves.
These newly formed "limbs" began to wave and undulate. Robin's uneasiness
grew and she turned to beat a more hasty retreat.
Behind her the animated Elleg trunks arced through the air, one of them
tripping Robin as she began to run. She stumbled and fell to the ground,
rolling in the forest litter. She struggled to stand quickly, pulling her
right foot under her with her left knee and hand on the ground. She looked
up and found herself face to 'face' with one of the trunk-tops. While Elleg
trunks were some 50-60 cm thick at their bases, they narrowed over their
huge lengths to about ten centimeters near the top where the four leaves
anchored. With the leaves rolled, however, the one facing her ended in what
looked like four tentacles around a horizontal pale-pink slit or mouth, like
the maw and tendrils of a large anemone. Each greenish, blue-veined
leaf-tentacle was almost 60 cm long and two or three thick with a moist
worm-like appearance. Before she could react, the trunk lurched forward and
pressed up against her face, just below her nose. The four tentacles
immediately wrapped themselves around her head and held tight. The fleshy
maw at the end of the trunk was now flush with her lips. She screamed, but
was effectively muffled by the thick trunk and little sound escaped. She
grabbed the trunk with both hands and pulled at it, trying to get it off,
but the surprisingly strong leaf-tentacles held it fast.
As she pulled at the trunk, Robin felt the flat, fleshy end pressed up
against her jaw move and alter, the texture becoming nubbed like overlarge
goosebumps. Its opening also undulated against her mouth, almost like lips
pursing and flexing. The maw extruded out in a pucker, mashing into, then
pushing between her lips and into her mouth. When she bit down hard with her
teeth the flesh felt cartilaginous and unyielding. Once past her front
teeth, the pucker dilated open, forcing her mouth open around it. Soon
Robin's mouth was locked open, like she was stuck in a half-yawn. The
positioning of the appendage holding onto her face left her nose clear,
allowing her to breathe through it. She also found she could breathe through
her mouth - a warm moist air seemed to flow thorough the trunk. It made her
skin crawl and she tried not to do it.
She resumed her struggle, trying to slide her head down out from the
trunk's grasp, pulling and pushing at the thing that held her. Concentration
on getting free, she did not notice the second trunk snake down behind her
still kneeling form and curl up under her skirt. The startling touch against
her stockinged inner thighs was immediately followed by a fleshy contact
pressing up against her crotch and four tentacles sliding up around her
thighs and hips, wrapping tightly around her front and back. She let out
another muffled scream and frantically tried to stand.
The two trunks rose with the frightened girl, allowing her to stand, but
then continuing upward, lifting her easily from the ground into the trees,
most of her weight 'seated' on the lower trunk, with balancing support from
the one holding her head. She was carried high into the leafy Elleg canopy,
enough so that she ceased struggling, and clutched at the trunk in front of
her for dear life. Her heart racing, she looked wildly around for any kind
of help.
A third trunk arced through the leaves, swooped up under her skirt and
pressed up against her rear, its tentacles wrapping tight around her thighs
and hips next to or on top of those already there. As the new limbs
tightened, the new trunk's maw pressed between her stocking- and
panty-covered ass cheeks, spreading them within the resisting fabric as it
wedged its way inward.
Knowing this was no time to worry about consequences, Robin force herself
to let her right hand go to dig her wristcomp from her pocket. She would
activate the emergency beacon and they'd come get her in a matter of minutes
- she hoped.
As she pulled the small computer from its pocket, the three trunks all
suddenly shifted position and Robin's stomach lurched as she was tipped
forward to face the ground far below. Instinctively, she dropped the comp to
allow her right hand to join the left holding onto the trunk in front of her
for dear life. Her legs kicked uselessly in the air as her knuckles went
white squeezing onto the trunk attached to her face.
Her eyes widened as she saw two nearby Elleg trunks start to wobble and
bend. The four large broad leaves at their tops rolled tightly together to
form tentacles. The two flexing limbs snaked up from below her on either
side. The 'heads' of the trunks pushed up under her tunic, their tentacles
insinuating themselves under her bra and sliding it out of the way before
entwining with each other in front and around her back. The maws settled
under her breasts, supporting some of her weight as they pressed upward.
The suspended, helpless girl could only tremble as she felt the dimpling
flesh and puckering maws begin to work at the ends of the four new trunks.
The maws at her chest contracted instead of pushing out, drawing her nipples
inward, much like a human mouth suckling. The suction slowly increased and
drew in more of her flesh. Then the maws slowly flared outward across her
sensitive aureoles, gradually enveloping - or swallowing - each entire
breast. The viscous, devouring sensation was both gentle and disgusting,
causing Robin to shudder in revulsion - but the suction on her nipples and
the oozing sensations all over her sensitive breasts sent strange shivers up
pleasure along her spine as well.
The maws settled around the base of her breasts, and began a strange
flexing that combined caressing, squeezing and sucking actions seemingly all
in one. Robin didn't have much time to react to the eerie,
repulsive-yet-pleasurable feelings before she was distracted by more
disturbing motion lower on her body. The maws at her crotch and rear, which
had been puckering and rippling ineffectively against the barriers of
stockings and panties, had pulled back. Harder, blunted shapes now replaced
them, pressing up against the fabric protecting her most private openings.
She felt, both in front and back, an opening and closing motion through the
fabric, and then the material being pulled away from her body. Beak-like
protrusions had grabbed at her stocking material and were pulling them back.
The strong fabrics nevertheless tore easily when stretched beyond capacity
by the greater strength of the beaks.
The questing maws returned. The one in front pressed against her panties -
the beak had only managed to grip the outer stocking layer. Still it pressed
the crotch of the panties into her lower lips as the flesh of the orifice
rippled, distended, and prodded. Her rear, however, had lost all of its
protection to the tearing beak. The extending pucker of the strange mouth
now pushed deep into the cleft of her ass to kiss her anus. The shock of
contact elicited a muffled shriek followed by a wave of panic and fear
induced nausea. Robin renewed her struggles, now heedless of her altitude.
Uncertainties or illusions Robin might have had about her predicament
cleared, and she shivered trying not to think about at what might lay in
store for her.
Not satisfied with mere contact, the moistening, muscular protrusion at her
rear opening continued to squirm and press into her flesh, trying to worm
its way past her resistant anal muscles as she wailed and struggled and
kicked. Gradually, millimeter by millimeter it intruded past her clenching,
protesting sphincter. As she felt the distended pucker sink slowly into her,
scream after scream disappearing into the trunk clamped to her mouth. Once
finally, firmly inside her ass, the maw's clenched 'lips' dilated, slowly,
gently, but relentlessly stretching her rear passage open, once centimeter,
then two, then three.
All during this horror, the other beak returned unnoticed to her panties,
grasped them, and pulled back, finally tearing a hole in the last barrier to
Robin's pussy. The final stretching of Robin's sphincter was accompanied by
the first hot contact of pulsing flesh on her labia. Her instinctive jerk
away from the genital contact pressed her violated anus further back onto
its maw. Robin squealed and grunted almost simultaneously.
In her terror, Robin mind and body rebelled, and she began to lose control.
She peed, she defecated, she vomited. All the wastes she produced
immediately disappeared down maws of the trunks that held her. The
contractions and reflexive spasming of mouth and anus let the intrusions
push into both openings just that much further, holding that much firmer. In
only a short while, Robin was dry heaving, her stomach, bladder and bowels
completely emptied.
Weakened from her own reactions, she could barely bring her hands to tug at
the trunk pressed against her pussy. Her feeble efforts to dislodge it were
less than useless. This last mouth now began to pucker outward. It stretched
to align vertically along her slit, then pursed and easily pushed wetly past
her labia and into the entrance of her womanhood. As butterflies danced in
her stomach, she felt her pussy entrance slowly stretch open as this maw
flowered just inside her. The dimpled flesh of the maw pressed into her
sensitive vaginal lips and clitoral hood. Much to her shock and dismay,
Robin could actually feel her body react to the strange manipulations. She
trembled as her clit slowly emerged to press deliciously into the quivering
bumps of the alien maw, the feeling adding to the constant caress and
suckling of her breasts. A telltale liquid feel in her belly made her
realize her increasing state of arousal. She could almost feel her own
wetness begin to seep around the strange intrusion in her pussy. She
shivered. In other circumstances, when she was exploring her maturing body
by herself, this delicious sensation signaled the start of the hottest and
most erotic feelings she found her body capable of. The warring sensations
of lust and fear rose within her, driving out most all other thought
processes. Her heart raced almost dangerously fast, and she began to feel
light-headed from hyperventilation
Her ears alerted her to the next change. A hollow hissing sound echoed up
the trunks toward her and she shrieked and squirmed in revulsion as small
snaking string-like feelers emerged from each maw to explore all three of
her openings. The warm, wormy streamers were extremely thin, but caused her
to gag and retch as they reached to the back of her throat and dipped into
her esophagus. The squirming probes up her rear sent queasy sensations
through her guts. The feelers slithered up her pussy as well, probing the
depths of her channel, sending unfamiliar sexual sparks and shivers through
her body. Similar sensations danced across the trapped breasts, as the
appendages insinuated themselves around her flesh and teased her nipples and
aureoles. This continued for some minutes before all the feelers except
those at her breasts withdrew.
New dread rose as the hissing sound of the feelers was replaced by the
sound of fluid filling the hollows of the trunks. All three of her openings
simultaneously felt the contact of an almost hot, gelatinous liquid rising
through the trunk's orifices. The jelly-like substance was sweet to her
tastebuds, but the texture was curdled and repulsive. She had no ability,
however, to prevent it from sliding into her mouth and down her throat,
where she had to swallow or choke. Similarly below her, the seeping lumpy
liquid was slowly extruded into both her ass and pussy, entering her in a
slow pumping motion. Wherever the fluid touched, even down her throat, a
bizarre tingling started. The almost electrical sensation was more intense
in her sexual parts, where her nerve endings were most densely packed. The
substance seeped outward as well, oozing over her parted labia to touch her
clit. Similar sensations at her nipples meant that the substance was
spreading against her breasts as well. She felt her guts slowly filling with
the warm stuff and shuddered with the hot sensation of it squeezing slowly
up her pussy into her unexplored depths.
Terrorized beyond rationality, her body was now being physically and
chemically stimulated as never before. Her orgasm took her completely by
surprise. Robin couldn't understand or effectively fight the rising
sensations around and within her, and suddenly she was cumming. The tingling
on her most sensitive areas made them seem to vibrate of their own accord.
She could not cry out, lest she choke. All she could do was swallow and
quake as her inner muscles spasmed. Her breasts and clit throbbed and her
guts and belly churned and filled with the strange jelly. She came down from
the climax feeling bloated and almost sick. Her stomach and bowels were
quite full now, slightly distended by all she had taken in. The intense
mixture of arousal, queasiness, and horror was overwhelming.
Just when she felt she could not bear to take any more, the pressure eased,
and the pumping stopped as the fluid receded down the trunks. Soon her
natural muscular reactions forced her to expel most of the stuff as her
stomach, bowels, and pussy heaved and contracted again. It was gross and
uncomfortable, but Robin was beyond caring. The relief was welcome. When she
was finished, the flared maws withdrew abruptly, and soon she was able to
shut her mouth and feel her sphincter close down. Her oozing pussy lips also
settled back to normal. Her stomach and guts gurgled, and she felt hot on
the inside. Robin was tired beyond reckoning. The only reason she was still
conscious was due to the sustained adrenaline rush of fear, and even that
was beginning to run on empty. Her tired mouth, anus, and cunt, though
empty, were still slimy with the remains of the jelly, each coated nerve
ending alive and ready for... something. She felt vaguely disconnected, as
if she was now separated from the scene, and some other poor girl was being
ravished by strange alien forms. Even so, the unceasing manipulations of her
breasts remained a constant buzz of pleasure, echoing from her recent peak.
Robin hung limply, resigned, unable to muster much reaction to new rumbling
sounds emanating from the trunks. As she helplessly awaited her fate, she
tried to sink farther away from the nightmare of consciousness, to will
herself away, to separate completely. Her fully aroused body, however,
insisted on keeping her in the waking world. She noticed immediately the
intensified attention on her breasts. The slathering, licking, milking
motions increased, impinging more on her ragged awareness, forcing a moan
from her. She'd never felt such intense sensations from her breasts, even
during her own self-explorations. Every inch of the soft but firm flesh felt
hot and alive, the pleasure centering on her sensitive nipples and
undersides. Strange prickling sensations began along her nipples and back
seemingly inside her breasts. It was momentarily uncomfortable, but soon
give way to a strange new flowing sensation that permeated her chest.
So lost was she in these feelings that she accepted almost without notice
the fat, muscular tube that slowly entered her mouth and rested on her
tongue. She had almost instinctively started sucking on it before she caught
herself and forced herself to stop.
Robin dimly knew her ordeal was far from over. A thick, flexible appendage
slowly pushed its way past her loosened, weakly resisting sphincter and then
deeply up into her ass. This ribbed, squirming probe churned her insides and
scratched the sexual itch left behind by the earlier secretions. She jolted
and automatically arched her back, pressing her ass into the new penetration
despite herself.
Then, Robin felt a hard presence at her pussy lips, pressing in just past
her labia. A final rising spark of fright ignited into blind terror as she
realized what was certainly to happen next. She closed her eyes and cried
out, the scream turning to a gasping intake of breath as the hard presence
at her defenseless opening shot up into her, tearing through her hymen and
surging deep into her cunt. The blunt, bulbous front of the probe pushed
further and further into her newly opened passage, stopping only when it
pressed into her cervix. Robin screamed hoarsely with her fading strength,
nearly choking on the tube in her mouth.
The pain of her deflowering was fleeting, however, and quickly replaced by
the most intense sexual feelings she had ever felt or imagined. The alien
rape was so thorough and complete, her mind struggled to protect her from
breaking completely. Her body would not let her escape the intense sexual
stimulation, so her rationality fled, numbing the horrific reality by
becoming lost in the mounting pleasure being forced upon her.
The shaft that had taken her virginity was thick only at the end. Below the
'head' the stiff shaft that impaled the entirety of her cunt was no more
than finger-width. It did not move at this time, staying rigid within her,
'head' flush with the entrance to her womb. After a half-dozen fluttering
heartbeats, a number of equally thin, writhing tentacles slithered into her
one by one, spreading her labia wider and stretching her pussy walls as they
forced their squirming way inside. The digits swirled around the thinner
column, forcing all the way into her to tickle the very end of her passage.
Robin drew in her breath deeply as the aggregate of the alien digits filled
her full for the first time, exposing every sensitive interior nerve to
their slimy friction, until they seemed to stuff her pussy completely. She
exhaled raggedly as they withdrew, feeling empty even though the central
shaft still pressed fully into her. She gasped again as the tendrils swarmed
back in. The alien fucking motion started slowly, the pace and force
increasing incrementally with each penetration. As her pussy became
accustomed to the collective girth of the wormy tentacles, Robin's breath
came quicker and quicker. Each intimate movement sent sparks of mixed
revulsion and pleasure straight to the most primitive parts of her brain.
Robin rose in a daze. Every sensitive part of her body was being teased,
infiltrated, titillated beyond normal tolerances. Her back arched as the
assaults from in front and back drove her into a sexual frenzy, pushing her
relentlessly towards another peak. The slowly increasing pressure at the end
of her pussy by the head of its first invader went unnoticed. Very slowly,
succumbing to foreign hormones and constant pressure, the muscular barrier
relaxed and dilated.
On the edge of her second externally induced orgasm, Robin felt the
mounting pressure against her cervix abruptly cease as the muscle finally
give way. The small bulbous head of the alien shaft pushed gently into her
innermost womanhood just as her muscles clamped down in climax. Robin shook
and shuddered, gasping for breath, alternately screaming and sucking on the
appendage in her mouth. Her back curled and arched, her legs flailed, and
she came endlessly. Her mind screamed in panic, but her body, overwhelmed by
driving, impossible pleasure, would not obey. Her hips surged forward and
her pussy muscles flexed and clamped as if to draw the invading tendril even
deeper into her.
The stimulation did not let up. Robin was not allowed to come down from her
seizure-like sexual overload. If anything, the intensity of feeling in her
breasts, ass and cunt increased. The squirming, thrusting motions of the
invading probes quickened, the one in her ass now sliding deeply in and out
of her bowels as the many in her cunt grew still more fevered. With each
thrust, the textured tentacles throbbed, stretching her pussy wider. Robin's
body heaved and arched, throwing itself onto the shafts in her cunt and ass,
taking them deeper and harder. She felt consciousness fading as her
convulsions continued uncontrolled. Her world centered on her sexual flesh,
consumed by the intimate and now indistinguishable mix of pleasure and
visceral horror.
Robin snapped briefly fully aware one last time as the tentacle bundle
withdrew completely from her now merely tickling her labia and throbbing
clit. Her overstimulated, hypersensitive pussy now felt the center shaft
distend and pulse as a thick, squirming bulge emerged from inside the trunk.
The bulge pressed up against her nether lips, and then pushed inside her. It
passed along the shaft, its journey aided by the rippling, milking muscles
of her spastically contracting pussy. Her mind screamed and every muscle in
her body strained as she tried one last, desperate time to escape. The
wriggling mass pushed up the tube and was drawn deep into her... all the way
in.
Base animal fear pierced her very soul as she sensed as much as felt
whatever it was squeeze past her breached cervix and be deposited, implanted
inside her womb. Horror and denial flooded through her, inextricably
intertwined with the overwhelming lust and electricity of her climax. On it
went. Almost as soon as the first finished its journey, a second living
bulge pressed into her pussy lips and pushed, writhing, into her through the
tube. Then a third slowly entered her to slide up through her still spasming
pussy. Nameless dread mounted with each wriggling penetration of her very
core. As the second lump pushed into her uterus, Robin grunted and opened
her eyes, which she had closed some time ago. At this moment she was hanging
almost upside down bent almost double, ass thrust high and head hanging low.
The trunks holding her head and breasts extended away to both sides, and her
skirt fell down over her belly, giving her a momentarily unobstructed view
of the one clamped to her pussy. All the trunks around her were now nearly
transparent, with circulatory vessels and odd organ-like objects clearly
visible within.
At her chest she could see her breasts being fondled and stroked and
sucked. She thought she saw milky yellow fluid being drawn _from_ her
nipples and down into the two trunks. The shudder that passed through her at
that sight died when she focused on her crotch. There he could see as we as
feel the small fucking-tentacles waving and tickling her mound around the
thin central cylinder that extended both down out of sight and up into her
swollen pussy lips. The shaft bulged where small objects rose through it.
They were yellow-gray, strawberry-sized. Elfigs! But they were alive,
twisting and squirming in the confines of their conduit. Robin's mind froze
as she watched the next one reach the top of the trunk and press into her
entrance. She saw and felt the bulge spread her labia and disappear inside,
leaving only the internal sensation of another throbbing, wiggling organism
entering her violated body.
For one last moment of pure clarity, Robin knew exactly was happening to
her. She cried out with everything she was. For a handful of heartbeats, she
felt and registered every sensation in her body. The light breeze blowing
her hair... The mild fragrances of the alien forest tainted with those of
human sweat and sex... The sounds of rustling leaves and alien birds... The
feeling of the third seed/embryo pushing into her womb with a tiny internal
spasm... and of the fourth massaging her insides with its squirming journey
through her pussy... and of the fifth gently spreading open her labia and
entering her. The sight of more seeds rising up the column... The sensations
of the tubes in her ass and mouth fucking twitching and shuddering, the maws
at her breasts mauling and caressing and sucking at her. It burned into her.
A random tendril's flick scraped against her clit, shattering the moment
and forcing her unwelcome cum to rip through her anew. Robin arched her back
again and howled, removing the horrific view of the seed tube from her
sight. The sweet jelly again started pumping into her mouth and ass, very
slowly this time and she swallowed and clamped down over and over as she was
filled in all three openings. Her delirious pleasure and sick fright rose
higher with the alien gurgling of each new invasion and the filling feeling
of her stomach and guts and womb reaching capacity. The jelly flow slackened
and stopped, and a sensation of bizarre and utterly complete fullness deep
inside her filtered through the thick fog of Robin's unending orgasm. She
barely had time to register it, and none at all to think when the swarm of
thin tentacles suddenly surged back into her pussy, resuming their rapid,
thrashing fucking. Robin screamed one last time, every nerve in her invaded
body firing in pleasure and every thought in her breaking mind burning with
terror. Finally, it was too much for her. She blacked out. Even unconscious,
her body shuddered and spasmed for some time as the fucking, sucking,
pumping trunks continued on...
Robin awoke hours later, sitting bolt upright with a scream on her lips.
She found herself lying on the forest floor, undisturbed. She stretched
gingerly, looking around herself, and felt she was unhurt. Her muscles felt
sore and stiff all over, but that might easily have been from lying so long
on the ground. Why had she fallen asleep at all? She didn't remember being
that tired. She didn't remember much at all since leaving the settlement...
Her stomach rumbled. She was very hungry. She picked up the comp lying next
to her and pocketedit, then set off back to the settlement. She ignored the
Berrberry bush nearby and the elfigs in the nearby trunks, they suddenly
seemed less appealing to her now than yesterday, when she couldn't wait to
get out to replenish her supply. Something fluttered within her, lower than
her stomach. Robin froze and turned sheet-white as a nightmare vision
flashed before her inner eye for a brief moment. Her mind clamped down on
the images and shoved it away to the realm of dreams. She shivered at the
ghostly, fading memory. Sore as she was, she started running, not entirely
sure why. Her mind refused to register the lubricated rawness of her private
parts and the dampness at her chest and crotch. The forest outside the
compound suddenly made her uneasy. She slipped inside the perimeter and to
her quarters, quickly and permanently disposing of her travel-stained
clothes and changing into new ones. By the time she encountered someone who
actually was wondering where she had been she'd managed to come up with a
set of passable, if inelegant, lies explaining her absences for the day.
Daily life in the colony went on, boring as ever. Robin no longer tried to
sneak out for her private treks, though. Outside the settlement had for some
reason lost its appeal to her. More than once, she thought of going to the
infirmary to ask about her occasional queasiness or the strange churning she
sometimes felt in her stomach. Every time she thought too much about it,
though, horrific images clawed at her from the shadows until her mind could
banish them again. By the time she emerged from the lapse, she forgot what
she'd been thinking about. She was even able to conceal her slowly swelling
belly from herself and others for quite some time.
-----
Robin woke in the middle of the night sick to her stomach. She felt bloated
and crampy. She was feverish and couldn't breathe well. She needed air. In
the darkness of her room, she threw back her covers and staggered as quietly
as she could out into the night. Three of the five small moons were up,
revealing with their dim light that she was completely naked. She'd taken to
sleeping in the nude in recent months when her bedclothes stopped feeling
comfortable around her stomach. The faint moonslight illuminated a slight
but definite swell in her lower belly. She was oblivious to her state
however, all she thought about was to breathe free, to sit by herself.
She walked gingerly from the housing compound past the Med-Dome and other
familiar buildings to the colony's central park area. She headed to a
secluded area she'd taken to sitting in, stopping every few minutes on the
way to catch her breath when a particularly hard cramp hit her. The bench
was in a small clearing surrounded by young, transplanted elms, oaks, and
evergreen hedges from Earth.
Robin slowly lowered herself to the bench and leaned back against the cool
slats, breathing deep. Her stomach churned. She needed to lie flat. She
gingerly lowered herself from the bench to the surrounding grass. That was
better. She looked up at the sky, at the twinkling stars. Another cramp hit
her and she could not stifle a cry of discomfort. Then she felt a something
inside, like a small balloon popping. A small rush of hot liquid flowed from
her pussy. Was she peeing? bleeding? It didn't feel like either. Her stomach
gurgled and churned, and then she felt something else. Something small was
wiggling deep inside her pussy, getting shallower and shallower until it
pushed her labia aside and emerged.
Breathing hard, Robin looked down her body to see a small bud at the end of
a thin stalk about 5 cm long emerging from her cunt. The bud flowered open
to reveal four small leaves that glistened in the faint moonslight. The
stalk wiggled and she could feel even its thin presence through the length
of her pussy. It felt...a scream of terror echoed in her brain but was
immediately silenced. It felt...fantastic. Robin was confused. She lay back
and watched the stars, listening to the wind in the trees, breathing,
feeling without thinking.
The small bud waved around, chancing to brush a leaf up against Robin's
thigh. The rest of it quickly turned towards the skin and pressed up against
it. The maw in the center of the bud began to nibble and root at her skin,
feeling like a tiny kiss. The leaf cluster began to slide around the flesh
of her thigh in a systematic spiral search. Its warm, wet caresses felt
wonderful.
Robin felt another cramp and another popping sensation within her, followed
by another hot fluid rush. Soon, another bud stalk wriggled its way down her
channel and out into the night air it, too opened and began its search of
her skin. It felt so good on her thighs and legs and waist. Otherwise
unmoving on the grass, the deeply breathing Robin slowly parted her legs.
Two more pops and flows, two more stalks pushed out. Robin felt the four
infant trunks wiggle and caress her insides from her womb to her pussy lips
and she sighed with pleasure. She spread her legs wider, bending and raising
her knees. She felt her own sexual secretions join the flow from the
bursting seed/eggs. Five, six, seven stalks waved from her pussy, maws
searching and sucking at her flesh. They extended further from her as they
failed to find what they were seeking close by, passing up and down her
legs, across her stomach and torso, to her chest. One finally encountered
her left breast, traced over it and brushed her aureole. Immediately it
centered its maw over her nipple, grabbed what hold it could with its small
but strong leaves, and began sucking.
Robin gasped at the initial pain, but then sighed again. This, too, felt
good. Very good. Pins and needles prickled inside her mammaries, the
suckling of the bud intensified. A drop of liquid trickled down her right
breast as it began to leak a milky fluid. In a few moments that trickle was
stopped by a second maw clamping to her right nipple, leaf cluster kneading
her aureole and breast to aid the flow. Robin moaned and flexed her hips.
Her stomach was less cramped now, less uncomfortable, but still contracting
hard.
Three more pops. The hot flow took some time to work its way out now. Her
pussy was almost full with wiggling Elleg stalks. The last three forced it
to stretch wider as they pushed out amongst their siblings.
Robin's pussy was stuffed full for the second time in her life, though this
time from the inside out. She trembled and bucked slowly with the writhing
stalks, instinctively humping against the air. More buds had found her
breasts and sucked on her flesh as near her nipples as the greedy first
arrivals would allow. Several more buds still searched her body. The three
newest arrivals, as their predecessors began their pattern close by.
By this time, Robin was fully aroused and involved in the alien birthing.
Her clit had emerged fully, erect and sensitive. One of the last emerging
buds found it and identified it as its objective, clamping on and sucking
hard. The sharp sensation made Robin cry out and sent her over the edge in
to a deep, quaking cum. Her hips heaved and she made low animal grunting
sounds as the sensations washed over and through her.
The maw at her clit grew unsatisfied, not getting what it had expected. It
detached, looking anew for its true objective. Robin began to descend from
her peak, but then another found her button and made the same error. This
time Robin screamed as it shot her back into climax. Then a third time with
the last of the bud-maws until Robin was exhausted. She heaved and shuddered
in orgasmic aftershock for several minutes.
During this time, most of the maws had extended far enough to find her
breasts and fight for her nipples. One by one, each drank their fill. The
contractions of her climax submerged those she had been feeling before, but
now the uterine cramps returned. Robin felt the need to push. She did. The
twisting mass of stalks began to slide further out of her pussy. Further
still. She gritted her teeth and pushed again, and a thicker knot began to
pass down her canal, stretching her wide. Though thicker than most human
cocks, it was still much smaller than a human baby, so pushing out the
things caused no real pain and was not terribly difficult. She imagined it
felt like a giant phallus withdrawing from her deepest self. With one final
push, Robin expelled the twisted knot of trunk bases and broken seed/egg
casings.
Robin was exhausted, panting loudly. Her hands, which had been gripping and
tearing at the grass at her sides, now relaxed and opened. Her legs, spread
wide and held up in the air during the bizarre birth, fell to the ground,
still lewdly splayed. She could breathe. She felt clear and light and cool.
She slept.
Two moons had set and one more had risen by the time she awoke. The first
hints of dawn colored the east. Robin shook her groggy head, flinging off
the dew that had condensed on her over the last hour. She sat up and looked
around. She was in her favorite clearing, but it was before sunrise. And she
was naked. How did she get here? Was she sleepwalking now on top of the
nightmares she could never remember? She did feel much better than she had
for the last couple weeks. Whatever had been disagreeing with her stomach
may have finally decided to concede, she thought. She had to get back,
though, before anyone saw her, or it would be more embarrassing than she
cared to think about. As she left where she'd been lying, she absently
grabbed a small handful of beerberries from the small bush that grew under
the back of the bench. They were better than she'd remembered. She looked
around and saw one or two of the other low bushes she'd secretly planted
some months ago doing reasonably well hidden amongst the hedges. She left
the clearing, not noticing ten new tender shoots dispersed in a rough circle
around where she'd been lying. Each over a centimeter thick and over 60 cm
tall, they'd already grown in the hours since leaving their host and
implanting themselves in the ground. The four leaves on top of each opened
towards the soon-to rise sun.
Robin hurried back to her quarters, nearly running into an early shift
heading to the Ag-Dome, but hiding just in time. She made it inside and
settled into her bed for one more hour of sleep before her morning duties
were to begin.
-----
Epilogue
Robin's life continued normally. She found that clothes she'd been having
trouble with now seemed to fit just fine. She'd taken to wearing her
bedclothes again. She sometimes went back to the clearing in the park to
pick some beerberies, but didn't want to take too many lest she strip them
too much, besides, she didn't want to be hemmed in to the tame center of the
colony.
She'd begun to pine for her freedom again, and she wanted to explore
further beyond Witch's Hat. She made plans for another foray out of the
perimeter.
Epilogue 2.
Fifteen year old Emily Wimoor, a Colony Native, had recently discovered the
most delightful clearing in the deep parts of the central park where nobody
went anymore. There were pleasant trees and hedges, and a bench for reading
or thinking, and the cutest little bushes hidden in the undergrowth. She
knew she wasn't supposed to, but her curiosity got the best of her and she
tasted one of the brown-red berry-looking things on her third visit. It was
delicious!. After finding no adverse reaction the next day, Emily became
bolder and had several, then a small bunch. Now she came by the clearing at
least once a day when she could for a secret snack. Today she decided to
bring her best friend 'Lizzy with her and let her in on the secret. Lizzy
thought the berries tasted pretty weird, but in a good way. The two girls
sat on the bench and gabbed the free morning away, popping handfuls of
berries at a time.
They weren't expected anywhere till dinner, and neither of them wanted to
leave just yet, so when they realized at nearly the same time that they both
really had to pee, they giggled and each went off behind a different tree.
Neither girl being interested in such things, they didn't care to notice
that not all the trees trunks were of oaks and elms, nor indeed of trees at
all. When finished, each girl looked about for something to clean off with.
Each found some nice large flat leaves, hanging down near the ground in
clusters of four. Being used to the mix of Riouhn and Earth plants around
them, they paid little notice to the leaves' color schemes or that neither
of them had seen plants like this before.
The two girls cleaned up and emerged from their respective places smiling
at each other. However, Lizzy's smile froze on her face, and her eyes
widened as she looked behind her friend.
"Emily!!" was the last word heard in the clearing for a long time.
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Perimeter Violation
By Monocle
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