The Journal of Samuel Samantha Waterman
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A gasp broke the silence.
Briny water crested and peaked at the struggle underneath. Greedy for air, needing to breathe, Venus filled her burning lungs and grabbed the edge of the glass tank, heart racing. Her white labcoat molded itself over her drenched form while her coffee sat neglected, sitting on a small metal table nailed to the floor underneath a digital timer.
The big red numbers continued to count down, and Venus couldn’t help but think she’d just made the worst mistake of her entire professional career.
The smallest of ripples gently nudged Venus' heaving chest before its source pulled her back under. Her silk wrap came loose, freeing her twists in the freezing water. The overhead fluorescent lights refracted off the gold bands adorning her hair. A diamond in the rough. A shard of hope amidst the chaos.
They called it Specimen X, and it was relentless.
Strong vine-like appendages wrapped around her legs. Vibrant orange pillars of fire glowed and pulsed around her body. Alone with the monster. It could easily maul her, but something gentle gleamed behind its saucer eyes, onyx and bright. Something almost human.
The salt stung, but she couldn't pull her gaze away.
It had started with routine feedings. Curious tendrils peeked over the observation tank and suckled around her fingers. Sensual like a thousand butterfly kisses. If Venus had been confused before, the rough waves of longing which slammed against her now stirred a tempest of fear and want. A storm which raged harder than her fight to breathe, bubbles escaping her nose with every ticking second.
Ten minutes max.
Collect data and get out. In the interim, the doors were locked, the solid steel hermetically sealed. There would be no escape. For either of them.
The timer's reflection blurred against the bullet-proof glass as water sloshed over the edge, smearing the notes on her clipboard.
A barbed sucker grazed over a matching scar on the back of her hand, and her lungs began to scream.
Stars shot off like sparks. Lungs shriveled. Muscles twitched. She thought she might drown. A cloud of yellow shot out from underneath her ripped nylons as she lost control of her bladder, the hot stream cutting through the icy brine. As if sensing her life force ebb, more tentacles embraced her and propelled her to the surface.
Recycled air never tasted so sweet.
Inhaling, oxygen singed her every nerve. A high higher than high. Higher than heroin. Fleshy confines strong yet tender. Glancing at the clock, her breath caught. X constricted around her body tighter, and she felt their heartbeats sync.
All six of them.
Without submerging her, X cushioned her on a raft of swirling muscle. Her nose pierced the water tension as her breasts slipped between her torn blouse, dark nipples hard from the frigid claws of her aquatic prison.
The buzz painted goosebumps down her body. X's fiery arms wriggled their way over every available space. Skirt hiked over her hips, bra yanked down, gusset pressed to the side, Venus closed her eyes and curled her toes in anticipation.
“Take me," she whispered.
As tendrils flicked over her sopping entrance, scraping against the tight curls of her mons, and twirled over the smooth contours of her neck, Venus wondered how she came to crave a beast who could kill her.
Venus flailed and splashed above the surface while X racked her body back and forth. More electric than any human lover.
A molten mass of glowing tentacles rammed their way inside, dripping with desire.
Her mouth, her cunt, her ass. Nowhere was left unfilled as tendrils screwed her apart. Thick stumps scissored inside her, made her choke, made her cry— so intense was the sensation of being fucked and stretched beyond any point of reason. Against her better judgment, she bucked back into X’s shafting of her gaping holes while sucking the eager tentacles like countless throbbing cocks.
To think how small X had once been. Discovered half-dead in a crater. The fireball had made the news. Before the never-ending winter. Before the last wildflower bloomed.
Now writhing in ecstasy— suckers strumming her clit— she felt so close to the answer.
X thrashed harder. Venus moaned into the slimy appendages shoved deep down the ribbing of her throat. A hard beak nipped at her semi-clothed buttocks before slamming her down to the bottom of the tank.
Face mashed against the glass, X took her from behind. Venus felt like she might rip in two, her own orgasm building as a stereo announcement crackled over the speaker.
“Paging Dr. Gbeho. Two minutes until doors unseal. Secure the specimen.”
Fuck, she thought, but the building need to cum fogged her mind. Suddenly, X pulled out of her aching cunt. Her legs buckled as her air-starved lungs begged for release; pressure from being held down so deep squeezed against her scalp.
Something large and bulbous tapped the raw gash between her legs. Venus’s eyes bulged as the unseen phallus plunged deep into her core, its own excretions acting like lube as it rubbed against the tentacles ravaging her ass. Her body flushed a smoldering umber. A fish caught between the jaws of a shark, she squirmed, desperate to swim ashore.
A shudder deep within her womb. Her own body clenched and gripped as she tumbled over the edge and came, exhaling as she did. The surface glimmered out of reach.
Blackness enveloped her as she lost consciousness.
A silent scream.
Then stillness.
Venus floated face-up on top of the tank, labcoat flared out like a pinned butterfly. Memory blurry. Body sore. But she could breathe. Thirty seconds flashed on the wall.
Scrambling out, a luminescent green liquid trailed down her thighs and clouded the murky water. Her soaked twists lay limp as she tapped on the glass.
“X?”
No response.
Ten seconds.
“X???"
Peering closer, she could see an orange mass, lifeless and dull. Her stomach lurched as the speaker crackled to life once more.
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