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The Creature
The plane had crashed onto what at first appeared to be an idyllic tropical island. I woke up, lying face down on the bare earth where I had been thrown on impact, my body aching and bruised all over. I coughed and blinked a few times, before rolling over onto my back, opening my eyes and looking around in horror. To my right, unrecognisable parts of the plane were still smouldering in the clearing which the plane had torn into the island. To my left, I could see barely a few yards into a dense tangle of undergrowth and tropical jungle. I could see no other signs of life. A hopeless despair and nausea quickly overcame me, sending me reeling into unconsciousness once again.
Over the next few hours, I drifted in and out of consciousness. The first time, nothing had changed, except the air had lost the acrid smell of burning jet fuel so I assumed the fires had burnt out. The second time I woke, I managed to stand up and walk a few paces. I looked down at myself. I didn’t appear to be injured much, just a few cuts. Somehow I’d lost my shoes, my skirt was thick with dirt, and my blouse was ripped open, with the torn material clinging to my sweat-soaked skin in the tropical heat. As nobody seemed to be around, I discarded my skirt and blouse, favouring to walk around in just my bra and panties for the time being. As I walked further, I saw ahead of me a crumpled and bloody body, missing the head and legs. Vomiting, I passed out, falling again to the ground.
The third time I woke, the body had mysteriously gone. The hard sun-dried soil left no clues, although a trail of broken branches leading away from the scene indicated someone had been there and taken the body. I stood up.
“HELP!!!” I shouted, assuming that the rescuers must only be a few metres away. No reply. I shouted again, confused and annoyed as to why they had taken the dead body but left me lying there.
I stumbled forward, following the trail into the jungle, away from the crash site. The path was hard going, especially on my bare feet. I tripped often, sometimes falling, other times cursing under my breath as a thorn or sharp twig bit into my feet. As I went on, the path became less clear. I couldn’t understand why. Surely the rescuers had come from this direction – there must be a helicopter, a shoreline and boat, or perhaps even a settlement? But there was nothing. Looking back, I wasn’t even sure I could find my way back to the crash site now.
I continued on as best I could. Suddenly the ground gave way beneath me and I fell, dropping down a steep ravine. I landed on soft ground and I lay still for a moment, looking back up to where I’d just fallen. My shoulder had caught on a branch, causing a large but superficial cut, which had also ripped off my bra. My panties were also ripped from the fall, and now barely covering any chance of decency remaining. As I gingerly stood up, the flimsy material fell away, leaving me completely naked. Cursing to myself, I used my ripped panties to dab the small trickle of blood on my shoulder. Feeling very scared and alone, I walked carefully in the only direction which seemed present itself as a safe route for my bare feet (and now bare body).
After a short way, the trees seemed to close in tighter, blocking out the sunlight, as the sides of the ravine also narrowed, becoming steeper and more rocky. Soon, the valley was a steep-sided gulley. The sharp rocks on the ground were cutting my feet, making walking even more impossible. I could only continue on, turn back, or give up. My last bit of will-power urged me on, despite my sore feet, making me continue walking, although I had no idea where I was going.
I turned a bend in the valley and found myself facing the entrance to a cave in the side of the rock. The sunlight didn’t fall here. The path, such as it was, didn’t continue any further. Dense thickets and trees blocked any chance of continuing on. A collapsed down in despair, sitting with my back to the cave, unable to comprehend the thought of retracing my steps. I was probably miles from the crash site by now, hidden in this god-forsaken gulley, on a tropical island, probably in the middle of the ocean, with no chance of being rescued. I sobbed. I cursed myself for being so stupid. I should’ve stayed with the plane… Suddenly, a noise made me freeze.
Something was behind me. An animal. It must’ve come out of the cave, I thought to myself, too scared to look around. I wondered if it was a meat-eating animal. I wondered if whatever-it-was had ever seen a human before… The thing was definitely breathing. I could hear it’s breaths. It seemed to be moving closer. I slowly turned my head. Only a few metres behind me, looking directly at me through two fiery yellow eyes, was a creature I could only ever have imagined existing in my worst nightmares as a child.
I froze to the spot, unable to move or make a sound. The creature lumbered closer on four short legs. It’s long body, stretching out from it’s head to the tip of it’s tail, was like an alligator in shape, although it seemed to have no teeth which was a relief! It was definitely a lizard, although bigger than any I’d ever seen. It was bigger than me. The creature came up to me, sniffing. It eyes, gleaming, and staring intently at me. I still couldn’t move. It was like it was holding me in it’s stare.
Suddenly it moved. It darted forward with surprising agility, lifting itself up and closing it’s jaws around my neck. Before I had a chance to react, I felt the sharp pain of teeth sinking into my neck. The creature held me, pinned down. So much for thinking it didn’t have teeth, I thought in terror. The beast suddenly released me and I fell back. My hands flew to my neck, but to my bewilderment there was no blood, only two stinging lumps where the creature had bitten.
My arms began to ache, feeling heavy. The feeling spread around my body. Next, my chest felt sore, then my abdomen, then my legs. My arms dropped limply to my sides, and I realised the bite must have been venom. I had been paralysed. I tried moving, but it was no use. My body was totally limp. I could still feel the hard rocks beneath me, but I could not move, however hard I willed myself!
The creature moved to my feet, sniffing again. I looked down in horror as it opened it’s mouth and took my feet inside. I could feel the hot and wet saliva around my skin, as it’s lips closed over my ankles, but I still couldn’t move. Suddenly I felt myself being dragged forward, towards the beast. It was trying to swallow me! After a moment, I realised it would soon succeed – I could feel the creature’s throat tightening around my feet and ankles, the strong muscle contractions pulling me deeper. I could only lie there in terror as it pulled my lower legs into it’s mouth, slowly devouring me, inch by inch.
Sobbing and praying for escape, I lay there, now with the creature’s mouth moving up my thighs towards my groin. It was going slower now, it’s mouth stretching obscenely to take in my hips. It was obviously concentrating hard, it’s eyes fixed on me still. With a strong surge, I felt the sticky heat of the beast’s mouth cover my most crotch. As my bare cunt was pushed against the rough surface of the beast’s mouth, I briefly felt a tingle of pleasure, despite the terror of the situation.
Still unable to move, the process was unrelenting. By now, my feet and legs felt like they were in a larger space, whereas my hips were now pushing through the creature’s throat, totally enclosed. The mouth was now just beneath my breasts, having stretched open to take in my arms which were now pinned firmly to my sides. The beast’s mouth stretched again, giving me a moment’s view inside the horrible red void. Saliva was dripping down onto my body, which was being sucked into the creature’s throat with strong insatiable surges. The mouth closed over my breasts, slick saliva coating them, as I was pulled yet deeper. It now had to consume my shoulders and head, then I presumed I’d suffocate and die.
I looked my last at the rocky ravine which had led me to this fate, before my head was finally sucked inside the monster. At first, it was as I expected. The beast quickly swallowed me down and it’s throat closed tightly over my face. I couldn’t breathe or see, as I felt myself being dragged deeper. Suddenly, with a wet slurping sound, I popped into a slightly larger space which I presumed to be the creature’s stomach. The walls were red and slimy, made up of what looked like little tentacles, rising and falling around me as the creature breathed. I was lying in a shallow sticky liquid, which clung around my body. Although there was now just enough space, I still couldn’t move as the venom was still working in my blood, keeping me paralysed. To my horror I found I could breathe normally, although I had no idea how. I lay inside the creature, helplessly waiting to be digested, for I knew that must surely be my next fate.
For what seemed like ages, nothing happened. I decided that the creature must’ve exhausted itself by swallowing me. It certainly didn’t seem to be moving, apart from breathing. Nor was I being digested. I’d expected the agony of stomach acids gradually dissolving my body, but the liquid in which I was lying seemed no worse than lying in a bath of harmless slime.
Just as I was beginning to think that I’d have to lie here until I starved to death, a strange thing started to happen. The tentacles which seemed to make up the creature’s stomach suddenly came to life, growing larger and snaking towards me. In the confined space, they quickly touched me, running over my flesh, although they seemed to know to leave my face so I could still breathe. It was a strange sensation. I was helpless to resist as the slimy tentacles explored my body as if they had a mind of their own. I felt one particularly large tentacle searching between my legs and I gasped. It seemed to latch onto me, as if it was intentionally seeking out my hidden clitoris. It insistently probed until it found its target. Pleasure rushed through me as the tentacle stimulated my most sensitive area. I hadn’t expected this. Confusion mixed with ecstasy as I quickly felt the familiar rush of an approaching orgasm, the feeling seemingly twice as intense because I couldn’t move. I didn’t stop to think why my vaginal muscles were working when I couldn’t move a single other muscle in my body…
As soon as I’d cum, the tentacle moved, pressing into my cunt. It seemed to shrink in size for a moment, allowing it to easily penetrate me, sliding in until I could feel it all the way inside. I couldn’t understand what was happening to me, as I was now being fucked by this strange creature, whilst lying paralysed inside it’s stomach! The tentacle quickly expanded again, filling me with felt like the biggest cock I’d ever taken. It didn’t thrust, but it kept expanding until it was painful, although it only seemed to add to the bizarre and unexpected pleasure I was now feeling.
With my legs now forced slightly apart, other tentacles had wrapped themselves around my legs, arms and chest. Each was pulsating, which felt like I was being massaged from head to foot. My breasts were being cradled by several tentacles, causing my nipples to harden and heighten my pleasure. The cock-like tentacle in my cunt was also throbbing, whilst another had taken the place on my clit, bringing me easily to another orgasm. I could feel all the tentacles reacting to my contracting cunt muscles, pulsating faster, almost as if they were getting more excited and aroused, like I was. I couldn’t believe this was happening!
The pain in my cunt seemed to grow, although I couldn’t understand what was happening. I was now in a state of delirious pleasure, orgasm after orgasm washing over me as I lay there in the stomach, at the mercy of whatever strange creature was doing this to me. I felt like I was going to burst with pleasure.
Suddenly I felt a searing pain in my stomach. My thoughts focused, trying to shake off the orgasmic stupor that had taken hold. I realised with horror that the tentacle in my cunt had now expanded, not wider, but longer. It had torn through my cervix into my uterus, and had now snaked it’s way up into my abdomen, where I could feel it moving around inside me. I wanted to scream, but no sound came. I was still helpless. The other tentacles seemed to tighten their grip of me. A burning pain in my chest indicated the tentacle inside me had pushed its way higher into my body. It moved higher, flexing and contracting to seemingly find the best path into my body. I could only lie there, wondering what was going to happen to me… Was it going directly for my heart? Was that how it was going to kill me?
It didn’t. I could feel the tentacle in my throat. It was thinner now, but it was choking my breath. It was going to suffocate me I thought. I wondered why it hadn’t simply gone for my mouth. Retching and gasping for breath, the tentacle suddenly burst out of my mouth. I tasted my own blood, mixed with the tentacle’s slime. I could breathe again. The tentacle danced in front of my face for a moment, before shrinking back so just the tip was inside my mouth. It had impaled me totally, from my cunt to my mouth. I despaired that I wasn’t yet dead!
I didn’t need to wait much longer. All the tentacles started to ooze a clear liquid, quickly covering my body. From the warming sensation inside me, I presumed the same thing was happening inside from the impaling tentacle. The liquid started to sting against my skin and I realised with almost relief that I was finally being digested. The stinging became intensely painful, although I could do nothing to stop it. I watched in horrified fascination as my skin first turned red, then started to literally dissolve, layer by layer, working down to the muscle underneath. By the agony in my chest and abdomen, my insides were also being dissolved. My breathing was ragged now, I knew I couldn’t survive much longer…
I saw my legs were now no more than bones, as were my arms. The acid bath was now rising around me, almost covering me. My breasts were gone and I watched as my stomach seemed to split open, the skin melting away. The juices now finally washed across my face, choking me and searing my eyes. My vision blurred as my heart and lungs were dissolved and my breathing stopped. Starved of oxygen, my brain began to shut down, as the liquid filled the creature’s stomach completely. My thoughts dissolved into nothing, just as my body had now become the creature’s best-ever meal.
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