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Subject: {ASSM} Yanari (sci-fi, BDSM, tentacle-rape)
Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2003 05:10:02 -0400
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YANARI


Yanari awoke with a strong fit of coughing, spitting out a bluish-colored,
stale, sweet-tasting slime from her mouth.  Her stomach seemed to turn over
several times, a bizarre feeling somewhere between extreme hunger and
extreme revulsion.  Her entire body ached and felt sticky, and she
discovered that she was mostly naked, with only tattered shreds of her
clothing still attached to her and much more of the bluish-colored slime
covering both her and the hard dirt-packed ground around her.  

Yanari's ears caught the sound of running water, and, fighting the aches of
her body, she slowly crawled in that direction.  The hard rust-colored dirt
beneath her certainly had no give, and in fact almost felt like the hardest
of rocks, with each touch by her hands and knees adding to her discomfort. 
Her long reddish hair hung down well past her face, nearly touching the
hard ground as she moved slowly, more of the bluish-colored slime dripping
from her hair onto her hands, and even more dribbling down her arms and off
her torso and thighs as she slowly made her way toward the sound of running
water.  

At last, she ground sloped slightly, then she was in the clear liquid.  She
nearly collapsed immediately, the cool temperature at once soothing both
her body and her mind; only instinct kept her arms stiff to support her, so
that she would not drown in the small stream.  Closing her eyes, Yanari
simply relished the sensation of cleanliness as she felt the slime slowly
being detached from her skin by the flow of the water.  After a few
moments, when she felt ready, she knelt in the stream, removed a small
section of her shirt which was still attached around her left shoulder, and
used that as a makeshift washcloth to slowly clean herself.  

The star of this planet was low in the sky, she finally noticed.  However,
knowing nothing about this planet, she was unsure whether this was morning
or evening.  She knew nothing about the length of the days, the length of
the nights, the inhabitants (if any), the animals and insects (which were
likely abundant), the edible plants, the natural traps, the typical weather
and climate patterns...  

In short, Yanari knew nothing.  Her survival training would certainly be
helpful to some extent, but not nearly as much as on a planet she knew
well.  

Dunking her head in the stream, the young adventurer cleaned the last of
the bluish slime from her face and her hair.  That finished, she finally
cupped her hand in the water and brought the cool liquid to her lips.  The
water tasted slightly sweet, but was eagerly welcomed by her now-dry mouth
and throat.  She looked around for an odd-shaped rock or something else
that she might be able to use as an impromptu cup, but was forced to bend
forward, submerge her face, and drink like an animal.  Even though there
seemed to be no one else around - if there even were other people on this
planet - Yanari still help extremely embarrassed to drink in such a manner,
especially being quite nude.  

With her thirst finally quenched, the young woman stood slowly, but not
without more discomfort.  Whatever had happened to her, it would be with
her for quite some time, like an athlete with an injury which continues to
make itself apparent throughout the sport's season.  Pulling off the only
other scrap of remaining clothing and tossing it aside, she located a large
boulder on the opposite side of the stream.  After inspecting around it to
ensure she would not be stung or bitten by insects living nearby, she
climbed upon it and sat for a nice long think.  

Looking around her, Yanari noted that there was a thick forest on either
side of the wide expanse of reddish hard-packed dirt.  The boulder upon
which she sat was one of several along the treelines.  It was quite
possible that this was some sort of road, with the boulders used as
markers, since they seemed to be evenly-spaced.  That would indicate people
on the planet, and in this area specifically.  That thought certainly
increased her chances of finding out what happened to her and how she could
get back into space and continue on her way to her brother's funeral.  

But just how did she end up here?  For a long time, Yanari's mind simply
drew a blank, unable to focus.  In large part, it was because she was
definitely hungry, evidenced by the vocalizations of her stomach.  She had
never been too good at thinking or remembering when she was hungry, and not
knowing which plants on this planet were edible and which were poisonous,
she did not yet want to risk eating something unknown.  The trees all had
multicolored leaves and bark, unlike any trees she had ever seen before. 
That meant that the best she could do for now was to continue drinking from
the stream, since she knew that remaining adequately hydrated would be the
prime concern for her survival here.  

The stream! she thought, realizing that she had washed away all the slime
from her body and sent it downstream.  When she awoke, she had spit out
some of the slime.  Since she did not feel sick, perhaps that was something
edible.  Looking across the stream to the other side, where she had awoken,
Yanari could tell, however, that what slime had fallen from her body was
practically gone - perhaps in part from evaporation and in part from the
heat of the star.  

The star has definitely risen, Yanari noted to herself, so it must be
morning on this planet.  Slowly, she slipped off the boulder and returned
to the stream, kneeling again in its cool water before bending over once
more to drink, this time careful to hold her hair out of the way.  Again,
she noted the slightly-sweet taste of the water, and wondered if this was
what the bluish-colored slime tasted like before it had gone stale in her
mouth when she was unconscious.  

Sitting up again, Yanari looked upstream.  The water emerged from the
forest to her left, but the stream curved out of her view as she looked
past the treeline.  She simply sighed, trying to ignore the rumblings of
her stomach.  Closing her eyes, she tried to remember, and suddenly, it all
came back to her...  



"Mayday!  Mayday!  Craft Jentrilli Zex going down!  No helm control, no
thruster response, main engines exploded!  Mayday!  Mayday!"  

With no response to her professionally-frantic distress calls, Yanari knew
that she had to brace for a crash-landing.  Whoever had attacked her tiny
craft indeed wanted her out of the way to chase her to this long-forgotten
area of the quadrant and then disable her craft so swiftly when it was
close enough to be caught in the planet's gravity.  Now the tertiary
explosions from the ambush were taking away what little remained that she
could actually use aboard the tiny craft.  It became clear that she had to
jettison herself in the next few minutes, as the structural integrity of
the main hull would not survive the gravometric stresses of atmospheric
entry.  

Hopefully, the escape pod was intact.  Hopefully, the electronics in that
area were still functioning well enough to safely eject her from her doomed
craft.  

She didn't have time to grab a few precious belongings or snatch up food
and drink from the small galley.  Yanari simply unbuckled herself from the
pilot's chair and ran-floated toward the center of the craft, pulling up
the trapdoor which provided access to the escape pod.  Cramped even for a
single small-framed person like herself, she was actually glad that she was
alone, as she did not want to be responsible for the safety of others in
such a dire situation.  

Once safely sealed inside, Yanari checked the main craft's hull integrity,
hoping to have enough time to link with the planetary mapping program to
see what awaited her below.  But with the main hull integrity already
beyond critical levels, she knew that she had to simply wing it.  

Seconds later, she watched out the aft porthole as the Jentrilli Zex
suddenly shrunk before her eyes.  Her home for the last several years had
protected her well, but was now in its final moments of existence.  For the
first time in at least a decade, the young adventurer actually cried, only
now realizing just how fond she had become of her tiny craft.  

It took several long, painstaking hours for the escape pod to finally land. 
Since it had no thruster power of its own, Yanari had strapped herself in
well in advance of impact, then felt as if her insides were being shaken
and stirred as the space-worthy escape pod bounced and pitched and rolled
across the foreign landscape for several long, agonizing minutes.  When it
finally came to a stop, she for the first time cursed her decision to not
have a land-worthy escape pod installed when she had the chance two years
earlier, especially since she found herself hanging upside-down in relation
to the ground.  

After much slow, careful, well-planned maneuvering, Yanari stood on the
ceiling of the safety vehicle.  Seemingly everything was broken and
offline.  Even the emergency rations had spilled from their small
containers and low were sprawled across the ceiling.  Thus forced to go
exploring for food and water, Yanari shrugged it off, grit her teeth in
determination, and fought the damaged hatch until it finally popped open
and immediately fell off its hinges.  Apparently, the air on this planet
was quite breathable, since she did not asphyxiate on the spot.  

The light in the sky was rather low, indicating either early morning or
late evening on this strange planet.  There was a slight breeze, warm and
carrying a taste of something sweet.  The young woman found herself in the
middle of what appeared to be a roadway, about ten meters wide, with large
boulders spaced somewhat evenly along either side's treeline.  The escape
pod had left its indentations in the hard-packed rust-colored dirt of the
roadway, and there was still a thin cloud of dust in the air.  

Figuring that the trail of impact marks would attract spectators, Yanari
essentially "backtracked" along the route taken by the escape pod.  The
light of the sky faded during her journey, revealing billions of stars in
the clear sky above.  There was no moon to reflect light down onto the
planet's surface, but it was easy enough to discern the heights of the
trees on either side of the roadway; staying approximately halfway between
them was enough to remain on the roadway, although she had to be careful
for some time about the impact craters left by the escape pod.  

For seemingly hours, she soldiered on.  Yanari's thoughts shifted almost
seamlessly between the need for survival and her concerns about the likely
language barrier between herself and the people who lived here... assuming
that this was indeed an inhabited planet.  Yet she also wondered why there
were no sounds from animals or insects, and soon began to question if the
only life on this planet was of the plant variety.  

The roadway was amazingly straight for such an immense distance.  The sky
was so incredibly dark without any light reflected from a moon.  These
observations kept Yanari's mind quite occupied, which was important as the
need for nourishment and water slowly made itself evident; thinking about
something other than food and drink made her biological needs less
stressing to her mind.  

Suddenly, the young adventurer stopped.  She could have sworn that some
strange sound had just come to her ears, but she had been so lost in
thought that she thought her ears may be playing tricks on her due to her
body's hunger and thirst.  Waiting a few moments, she heard nothing but her
own breathing and the gentle rustling of leaves high in the trees from the
gentle breeze.  Calming herself, she continued on.  

At last, the first rays of light illuminated the sky ahead of her.  Having
lost all track of time, Yanari could feel her physical and mental fatigue,
but was unsure whether she had just made it through a long night or a short
night.  In fact, she realized that she had no sense of time in general for
this planet.  She knew nothing of rotation speed, angle of axis, width at
the equator... 

She stopped again, thinking she heard something nearby.  Looking around,
Yanari reached to her gunbelt... 

...only to discover that she had left it behind on the Jentrilli Zex in her
hurried escape.  Cursing herself mentally, she looked around her in every
direction, seeing nothing but roadway, trees, and boulders.  

How many kilometers have I gone thus far? she wondered as she resumed her
trek to seemingly nowhere.  Am I at least close to a stream? a village? a
rock formation?  

Yanari froze in her tracks, certain again that she had just heard
something.  There was a little more light in the sky now, but the scenery
was still lit only dimly.  She could easily discern colors again - the
rust-colored roadway, the multicolored leaves and bark of the trees, the
orange-white of the boulders - but nothing looked out of the ordinary, not
even the pink-colored sky.  

Something thin and slimy suddenly wrapped itself around Yanari's right
ankle, just as she had lifted her left foot to continue her trek.  With a
painful thud, she fell rapidly to the unforgiving ground, not having enough
time to bring her arms into position to brace her fall.  Instantly, other
thin and slimy things wrapped themselves around both legs.  

A quick glance back over her shoulder was blocked by her lengthy hair. 
Brushing it quickly out of the way, she saw several thin tentacles rising
out of the ground from a small hole, a thin blue semi-transparent slime
covering their black skin.  Angrily, Yanari kicked, and most of them
relinquished their grasp of her.  

Then, all around her, holes appeared in the hard-packed dirt of the
roadway, and swarms of tentacles rushed toward her.  Kicking away the
remaining tentacles which had originally ensnared her, Yanari quickly rose
to her feet to flee.  

Yet the new tentacles latched onto her legs and hauled her to the ground
once more, but at least she was able to brace her fall this time.  However,
that was also her undoing, as dozens of tentacles rushed at her wrists
while others rushed for her ankles.  

Now panic took over, and she recognized her own voice - a scream which
seemed soft and distant as the pounding of her heart echoed loudly in her
head, due both to adrenaline and the pain of her first fall.  With her
hands, she tried to grab at the tentacles to push or throw them aside, but
the bluish slime which covered them was too slippery, making her hands
quite useless.  

Crawling away was the next option.  Yet the tentacles, despite the thin
coating of slime, kept a firm grasp upon her, allowing her to move no more
than a few centimeters in any direction as more and more tentacles rose
from newly-formed holes in the ground to rush at her.  

Now it was simply a matter of struggling as fiercely as possible, hoping to
somehow break free, or perhaps tire out the tentacles so that their grasp
loosened and she could escape.  Somewhere deep in her mind, almost
subconsciously, she realized that she was now just like the helpless, bound
women in the bondage films her brother directed, struggling fiercely for
the enjoyment of unseen others watching the films in the privacy of their
own dwellings.  Yanari's subconscious mind even pictured a typical guy
standing over her, a lecherous look in his eye, laughing loudly at her
predicament  as he thoroughly enjoyed her vicious struggle against the
swarms of tentacles.  

Eventually, Yanari began to tire, both from her fierce struggles and from
being awake for such a long time.  It took all her mental strength to
continue her physical struggle, yet she could subconsciously hear the man's
laughter growing even louder, cheering for the tentacles between guffaws.  

Now the tentacles were wrapped around almost her entire body, squeezing
tightly.  Yanari now had a new concern:  These tentacles apparently meant
to crush her to death!!!  That renewed her struggles again, even though
breathing was not nearly as easy now.  Somehow, she reasoned that as long
as she was alive, she would not be devoured by whatever animal or animals
"owned" these tentacles, and that reasoning was enough to boost her will,
at least temporarily.  

Her body covered with the bluish-colored slime, some of it trickled into
her mouth.  It tasted somewhat sweet, and her stomach growled at her throat
to swallow it.  Instinctively, she did, finding that she liked the taste. 
Yet when she opened her mouth to scream again, one of the tentacles
launched itself into her mouth, easily muffling her screams as it expanded
to fill the oral cavity.  

As if on cue, the other tentacles dove into her clothing and footwear and
began shredding her garments.  Now the fear of rape gripped her mind, and
her body instinctively renewed its vicious struggles.  Rape was indeed the
appropriate word for her mouth, which was being furiously raped by the
now-thick tentacle which was slowly working it way toward her throat with
each thrust.  Biting down on the oral invader did no good, as it simply
caused more slime to fill her mouth, and she was forced to swallow it in
order to have a chance of breathing through her nose.  

Now almost completely naked, Yanari felt her legs being pulled painfully
wide.  Several tentacles penetrated her simultaneously, invading her
womanhood and similarly expanding in size to fill the confining space.  Her
body bucked fiercely to try to dislodge them, but other tentacles around
her ankles and wrists and torso held firm.  As if to punish her for
fighting her current predicament, a particularly thick tentacle smacked her
HARD across the chest, knocking the air out of her and temporarily
silencing her.  

The tentacle raping her mouth chose that very moment to spew what seemed
like bucketsful of the sweet-tasting slime into her mouth, and her throat
quickly began swallowing instinctively.  With her throat working fiercely
to remove all the slime from her mouth, air from her nose could not reach
her lungs, causing a burning sensation in her chest.  Once her mind
realized she was asphyxiating, her body began to struggle anew, only to be
punished again with another HARD impact across her chest.  The tentacles
between her legs were now moving rapidly in counter-strokes to each other,
keeping her womanhood filled at all times as her natural lubrication mixed
with the tentacles' apparently-natural slime to ease the perpetual invasion
of her most secret area.  

Yet just when Yanari was certain she was doing to die of suffocation, the
tentacle in her mouth withdrew rapidly.  Once her throat had cleared the
last of the slime from her mouth, she gasped loudly, inhaling as much air
as possible as quickly as possible despite the constriction of other
tentacles around her ribcage.  For the first time in what seemed like
hours, the young woman dared to open her eyes, only to clamp them shut
again at the thick mass of writing tentacles hovering above her, like horny
men in one of her brother's films lined up to have their way with a captive
woman.  

At least in films, the woman is a WILLING captive, she thought sadly, her
mind finally conceding that she would likely die here, raped by tentacles
until her body was to exhausted to continue the struggle, at which time
animals would emerge to eat her.  

Yet despite her slowly-weakening struggles, Yanari cursed her body for
betraying her.  Despite this most unusual rape, there was a glimmer of
erotic pleasure in such an inhuman use of her body.  Perhaps because she
was never really a sexual being, the young adventurer's subconscious mind
was finding a perverse pleasure in being a sex doll... for something which
was obviously NOT Human or even Humanoid.  In addition to the heat
naturally generated by her long, fierce struggling, a new, almost-foreign
heat was growing from her core and spreading throughout her body.  No
longer did she scream in terror; she now moaned in part-terror,
part-pleasure... and the part-pleasure aspect of her moaning was slowly
gaining prominence.  

Feeling a tentacle enter where things should only exit, Yanari's moans
quickly turned once more into screams - purely screams of terror.  Almost
immediately, her mouth was filled again as now several tentacles battered
her chest repeatedly and rapidly as if her breasts were part of a drum set. 


The triple-penetration was long, relentless, pitiless, and fierce.  For
what seemed like hours, Yanari was nothing but a sex object.  Her conscious
mind shut down - if her eyes ever opened, it did not register with her
consciously - and her subconscious mind took control, allowing her to find
just a little pleasure in such a degrading experience.  Her stomach eagerly
accepted all the sweet-tasting slime which was forced into her mouth and
instinctively swallowed.  The other tentacles penetrating her would often
unleash even more slime into her, then withdraw and be replaced by more
tentacles which would continue the merciless onslaught.  Even those
tentacles simply writing in the air above her would often spray her with
more of the bluish-colored slime, coating her entire body as well as the
hard ground all around her.  Unable to flee or find a way to make the
experience end, Yanari simply lay there, "eating" her fill - and then some
- of the slime with her body convulsing as one orgasm after another ripped
through her with the force of several thousand tidal waves, each one
zapping more of her strength and consciousness from her...  



Yanari slowly rose from the stream, thinking about the experience she had
endured earlier.  The star of this planet was high in the sky now, and her
stomach was growling fiercely.  Her skin was nicely shriveled from where
she had been kneeling in the water, reminding her of a raisin.  

...and causing her stomach to growl with even more ferocity.  

Considering her options, the young adventurer returned to the shore.  The
roadway continued on, straight as a laser's path, with no deviation in
sight.  The roadway had to lead somewhere, she noted, so she should
continue trekking on to get there faster.  But her stomach protested,
demanding sustenance immediately before continuing on.  

Thinking of the bluish-colored slime, she remembered its sweet taste. 
While initially filling, it left her stomach feeling lacking, but at least
it had sustained her for a while during her... experience.  If she could
somehow locate these tentacles and safely scrape the slime from them, that
could provide the "food" she needed, at least for the short term.  

As if on cue, several small holes suddenly appeared in the roadway near
her, with thin black tentacles covered with semi-transparent bluish-colored
slime emerging and slowly moving toward her.  Fear instantly gripped
Yanari's mind, and she instinctively tried to cover her nakedness with her
hands.  

Then came a sudden realization: She thought of the slime-food, and here it
was, being presented to her.  

Yanari's subconscious mind and her stomach overruled her conscious mind. 
She seemed to have lost control of her own body as it sank to the
hard-packed dirt of the roadway.  Kneeling, she watched as dozens of
tentacles moved swiftly toward her, climbing up her body with practiced
ease and writhing sensuously before her face.  Her conscious mind was
horrified as her hands greedily grabbed two tentacles and shoved them into
her mouth, pumping them rapidly as they spewed seemingly bucketsful of the
slime-food into her mouth.  Her throat had a difficult time swallowing fast
enough, and eventually some of the slime trickled out of her mouth, off her
chin, down her chest and stomach, along her legs, and finally to the
ground.  In short order, the ferocious growling of her stomach ceased, but
it took a long time and several dozen tentacles to satiate her intense
hunger.  

At last, the tentacles all slithered backward toward their holes, then
returned to the ground.  The holes seemed to seal themselves, leaving the
young woman all alone, naked and once again covered with the bluish-colored
slime.  Feeling somewhat re-energized now that she had "eaten," she
returned to the stream, washed herself and drank once more, and continued
her trek toward whatever awaited her, knowing that she had at least found a
"safe" and hopefully "reliable" source of "food" on this strange planet.  

And, perhaps - just perhaps - she had also just made some new friends,
friends who would help to ensure her survival.  After all, survival is
easier when one is with friends.

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            Wolf Feather 
       FEATHER7@IX.NETCOM.COM
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What isn't remembered never happened
          - _Serial Experiments Lain_
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