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Subject: {ASSM} The Truth is Out there (The Marquis) ( tort, tentacle, snuff, m/f, n/c } REPOST
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This is the work of the Marquis (remember http://www.scrye.com/~marquis/
? )

 YOU WERE RIGHT, AGENT SCULLY, says the voice in her head. She can't
reply; the large red rubber ball gag renders speech impossible for
her. And in any case, she is fairly certain by now that the thing can
read her thoughts. She has felt its presence in her mind. It knows her
darkest secrets, her deepest fears. It knows how to hurt her in the
worst possible ways.
THE TRUTH WAS OUT THERE, says the voice. YOU HAD EVEN BEGUN TO
UNDERSTAND A PART OF IT. AND THAT IS WHY YOU ARE BEING REMOVED. NOT
BECAUSE YOU THREATENED US, FOR HOW COULD A SIMPLE FEMALE PRIMATE
THREATEN BEINGS SUCH AS US? BUT BECAUSE YOU DARED TO KNOW. KNOWLEDGE
IS FORBIDDEN TO YOUR KIND. AND SO YOU WILL DIE, AND WITH YOU ALL
MEMORY OF US.

There is something like a laugh. YES, AGENT SCULLY. I DO INTEND TO
ENJOY THIS. I'VE BEEN ANTICIPATING THIS MEETING FOR SOME TIME. SHALL
WE BEGIN?

Scully closes her eyes. If she is about to be eviscerated by some
alien horror, she certainly doesn't want to have to SEE it.

Again the laugh. NO, AGENT SCULLY. I'M AFRAID YOU DON'T GET OFF THAT
EASILY. She feels sharp stabbing pain, directly above and below her
eyeballs. Suddenly her eyes are open. She tries to blink, but can't. A
pair of slender metallic tentacles swims in front of her teary eyes.
And from these tentacles sprout the tiny curved needles which are
currently pinning her eyelids open.

So it wants her to watch, and suddenly she sees why. No woman could
possibly lay eyes upon this inhuman monster without feeling the
deepest imaginable sense of dread. It is a machine for rape. It has a
central, spherical brain case. The rest of it is cocks. It's like a
silvery biomechanical octopus, but with more tentacles. They are
everywhere. They come in all shapes in sizes. As far as she can tell,
they have only one thing in common. They all appear designed
specifically to cause pain in the body of a human female.

If it knows her thoughts, if it knows her fears, then....yes. She
feels the tendril slide across her throat, and her heart begins to
pound beneath her taut, naked breasts. The tentacle is cold and hard:
like steel, but alive. It knows just how hard to squeeze, how much to
tighten: enough for pain and panic, no more. She squirms gently as she
starts to strangle.

She feels a sharp prick in her upper arm; looking down, she sees that
a hypodermic tentacle has taken up position by her side. And then she
feels the drugs. She is suddenly alert and awake. The pain in her
throat has not decreased in the slightest. And now...she tries to pull
away, but four of the larger tentacles have encircled her wrists and
ankles, rendering her quite helpless. And so she cannot resist as two
tentacles of medium size approach her firm, quivering tits. She cannot
resist as the tentacles grow razor-sharp talons. She cannot resist as
these talons sink into the compass points of her nipples. She cannot
resist as the talons begin to heat inside her breasts. No, she can do
nothing, as her tender tit meat begins to sizzle and cook.

She is, of course, not surprised when the ankle tentacles pull her
legs apart, exposing her hairless pink sex. She was raped once, by a
human. It was, until now, the worst thing that had ever happened to
her. But this...

The tentacular cock is roughly the size and shape of a large human
penis. It is, however, made of living alien steel, and it is studded
with metal bumps. It is not lubricated. Scully whimpers into her
ballgag as it approaches her open, inviting pussy. She feels the head
of the shaft pushing up against her. She tries to force herself to
relax, knowing that it will be much worse if she does not. But it's
hopeless: her pussy clenches up instinctively, and so the thing must
force its way in, pushing, stretching, ramming into her as she squirms
and struggles in the clutches of this Lovecraftian nightmare.

She trembles as the enormous studded cock finally fills her. It begins
to move inside her now, thrusting like a piston, raping her with
savage efficiency. Her dry, unwilling pussy screams in pain as the
thing uses her. And now...oh, sweet Jesus, no...the massive metal
phallus is getting warmer...

The tempo of the torture starts to increase. Another terrifying
tentacle appears, this one smaller than the one which is pounding her
cunt, but still phallic. This one is lined with small mysterious round
holes. It hovers briefly in front of her always open eyes. Then it
snakes around her slender waist and nestles between her tight young
ass cheeks. She starts to gasp--and, strangled, ends up gurgling, as
the long, thin tentacle forces its way through her sphincter and into
her ass. Meanwhile, the increasingly hot vaginal tentacle continues to
rape her; its presence is now extremely painful. Warm salty tears
trickle freely down the cheeks of the once proud federal agent.

YES, the voice agrees. I HAVE BROKEN YOU, HAVEN'T I? AND IT WASN'T
EVEN DIFFICULT. YOUR RACE WILL NOT LAST LONG, I'M AFRAID. STILL, YOU
DO HAVE FAIRLY GOOD ENDURANCE, FOR A MAMMAL.

Scully begins to convulse wildly as superheated steam shoots out of
the hard, thrusting anal cylinder, scalding the tendermost inner
surfaces of her sweet young ass. She screams through her gag, in
delirious agony. So much pain! It should surely be enough to send her
into blissful unconsciousness. But the drugs keep her awake. And so
she feels everything, as the cock which fills her cunt begins to
expand and grow. She feels her pussy stretch past the point of
comfort, into the zone of pain. She is now being fucked by something
superhuman, something far too large. She howls through red rubber as
the monstrous cock savages her. She takes another blast of superhot
steam in her ass, for good measure.

When the shocks start, she is ready. The torture has a certain logic
to it; she sees that now. Maybe the mind reading works two ways. She
gets it. It's time to add a major new category of pain. Electric
shocks are perfect. They're easy to administer, through tight metallic
tentacles. They're excruciatingly painful. They can be precisely
controlled. And they conduct very well through the wet, steam cooked
meat of Scully's ass.

She dances like a puppet on strings as the tentacles shoot vicious
current into her cunt and anus. She convulses desperately, breasts
bouncing. She is no longer human. She is a thing. She has no control
over her body. The heat is unbearable. She's roasting alive from the
inside out. When another blast of hot steam shoots up into her, she
breaks down sobbing, utterly defeated. The throat tentacle tightens
sadistically, denying her even the pleasure of crying. Of course. It
saw in her mind that the crying helped, and so it cut off that
pleasure.

 The huge, hot vaginal tentacle withdraws with a sudden POP. She
stares down at her naked pink pussy, mystified and relieved. But
relief turns very quickly to horror as she sees it: the final
tentacle, surely, the one that will send her into the next world at
long last. It is phallic, a full four inches in diameter. Its surface
is covered in spurs and barbs. And--this is the part that really draws
her attention--the surface of the cock is divided into sectional
rings, which rotate in alternating directions. Some barbs go
clockwise, some counterclockwise. She can only imagine what this thing
will do to her when it enters her cunt...

Paroxysms of agony rip through her as the twin eye tentacles shoot
streams of boiling acid into her sweet dark orbs. She arches her back
as her eyes die, thrusting her full, round breasts up and out. Again,
it is only the drugs that keep her conscious. Darkness encloses her.
So that is the last thing she will ever see, the image that will be
burned into her brain for the short remainder of her life: the barbed
cock, the sharpnesses rotating in opposing directions, coming for her,
coming for her. The time for seeing is over. It is time to feel.

The gag cannot contain her scream, and it emerges full force as the
barbs slice into her pussy meat. The cock does not hesitate, but
pushes into her relentlessly, until she has taken a full eight inches
of its length. Her helpless naked body twitches as the barbs chew
through her cunt. Blood streams down the metal-barbed shaft. She sobs
helplessly, but the smoldering coals which were once her eyes can
produce no more tears. She can do nothing but feel, as the rotating
barbs turn her cunt to hamburger. She feels her consciousness slipping
away; even the drugs can only do so much. The throat tentacle
tightens, cutting off her air. A blast of steam scours the inside of
her ass, but she hardly feels it. There is only the rotating
electrified heat of the cock, the sharpness of the barbs digging,
always digging into her, slicing her, cutting her to ribbons. There is
nothing else, and there never has been. She is ready.

She gurgles wetly, her naked body shuddering. Her perfect breasts
tremble, nipples hard. There is nothing left of her cunt. In her
mind's eye, she sees the cock, turning, taking her womanhood from her.
There is so very much pain. And then there is nothing at all.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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