Message-ID: <57423asstr$1205777404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: s8g2000prg.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: anony.mouse2@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <6b9636e7-55b1-4335-b156-e86edf5fbe1e@s8g2000prg.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2008 12:10:40 +0000 (UTC) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: s8g2000prg.googlegroups.com; posting-host=207.195.249.48; posting-account=gtZVmwoAAAAgzR4fSEB1kU8MwnTI6Dqz User-Agent: G2/1.0 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/5.0 (Windows; U; Windows NT 5.1; en-US; rv:1.8.1.12) Gecko/20080201 Firefox/2.0.0.12,gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) X-HTTP-Via: 1.0 bri-pow-pr2.tpgi.com.au:3128 (squid) X-Spam-Prev-Subject: The Truth is Out there ( tort, tentacle, snuff, m/f, n/c } REPOST X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2008 05:10:39 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} The Truth is Out there (The Marquis) ( tort, tentacle, snuff, m/f, n/c } REPOST X-Original-Subject: [spam 6.0] The Truth is Out there ( tort, tentacle, snuff, m/f, n/c } REPOST Lines: 163 Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2008 14:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2008/57423> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman 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. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+