; ; "So what happens next?" asked Tom Forrest, one of her postgraduate ; students. "We publish our findings, right?"
; ; "Yes, yes, but not yet," said Dr Rushton. "It's going to cause a bit ; of a panic, I think. You know how insecure we humans get at the ; thought of life more intelligent than us. And if they were ever ; perceived as a potential threat why, the military would be ; bombing the ocean depths before you could blink. No, this knowledge ; needs to be released carefully. Very carefully indeed." She nodded ; thoughtfully.
; ; "How dangerous could they be?" inquired Tom. "Do you think they're ; hostile?"
; ; "Hostile is a strong word," she replied. "They mean us no harm, ; particularly - they just like to do their own thing, and sometimes ; that could prove inconvenient for humans."
; ; "How do you know they mean no harm? You said your attempts to ; communicate with them were unsuccessful."
; ; "They were, they were. Which is why it's taken me so long to figure ; out how smart they are. You see, they're not social animals - if they ; do communicate with others of their own kind it is only on a very ; basic level. And that is why I do not view them as a threat. They do ; not co-operate with each other, therefore I do not think we can expect ; any kind of an invasion. The fact that they have newly adopted a ; rather different lifestyle is indicative of a superior individual ; intelligence, rather than a collective achievement."
; ; "It's pretty amazing," said Tom. "Of all the creatures that could have ; evolved higher intelligence, who would have thought it would be one of ; the cephalopods?"
; ; Dr Rushton shrugged. "It's not so surprising, really. Cephalopods have ; the most advanced brains of any invertebrate, and I've heard it said ; that octopuses are as intelligent as house cats. In fact I personally ; believe them to be more intelligent, but their brains, like those of ; these little septopuses here, work very differently from those of ; humans, and human-style tests don't work very well on them. And ; really, we know so little about so many of the cephalopods. That one ; has evolved with a more advanced brain than our own is a bit of a ; shock, yes, but one for which we ought to have been prepared." "But ; how do you explain their bizarre parasitic lifestyle? As far as I know ; there's no other instance of such a trait in any other cephalopod."
; ; "You're right," she admitted. "And I have no answer to that one. All I ; can say is that wherever they've been living, they've evolved in a ; completely different direction from any we might have predicted. My ; discoveries have produced more questions than answers. For instance, ; how does a creature that has evolved in the depths of the ocean take ; so easily to breathing air? And how is it that they can shut down ; their bodily functions at will for long periods, and how is it that ; they can go for so long without breathing at all? At least I've ; discovered how they adapted so well to human hosts - that was one ; mystery that baffled me for ages. All in all, I'd say that Alloteuthis ; walkeri is as far removed from its cephalopod kin as humans are from ; lemurs, if not farther. But anyway, we've done enough for one day - ; let's go home."
; ; The two of them left the lab, and locked the door behind them.
; ; Lucy Walker stepped carefully over the seaweed-covered rocks, making ; her way for the largest rock pool she had ever seen. It was fully ; thirty feet in length, and almost ten feet wide. Its bottom was ; invisible, shrouded by bladder wrack and serrated wrack and a small ; species of kelp, but it was certainly deep enough to swim in, and this ; was Lucy's intention.
; ; Pausing at the pool's edge, she prepared to jump in, then stopped as a ; small boy ran past with a dripping wet long-haired collie. He glanced ; at her and called out, "Hey fatso, don't empty the pool when you jump ; in, will you?" Then he laughed as he disappeared around the corner.
; ; Lucy's high spirits sank like a stone. With tears in her eyes, she ; looked down critically at her fifteen-year-old body. She was plump, it ; was true - not hugely so but enough so that she could not bear to wear ; a bikini. Her one-piece swimsuit looked bad enough, but most people ; were not so rude as to say so. Her father said it was 'puppy-fat', ; implying that she would lose it as she entered adulthood. She wished ; she could believe it. With an effort she shrugged off the boy's ; insult, then she jumped into the rock pool.
; ; The water was colder than she had anticipated, but she swam vigorously ; and soon got acclimatised to the temperature. Not a very strong ; swimmer, she preferred to bathe in an enclosed pool like this instead ; of in the open sea, where she constantly worried about getting caught ; in a current and being swept out into the ocean. Here the only things ; to worry about were crabs with large pincers hiding in the weed.
; ; She reached the far end of the rock pool and stopped, putting her feet ; down briefly amongst the weeds while she turned around. Something ; slithered past her leg and she jumped involuntarily. The sudden ; movement made her topple backwards, and she fell against the ; weed-covered rocks at the side of the pool. Instantly she felt a tiny ; jab, like a pinprick, in her calf, and she looked down to see if there ; was a crab nipping at her leg.
; ; There was not. However, she suddenly felt her leg going numb, and she ; began to slither down the rock, unable to hold herself up. The ; numbness spread quickly through her body, rendering her completely ; unable to move. In alarm she tried to cry out, but her vocal chords no ; longer worked. She continued to slide down until her bottom struck the ; pebbly bottom of the pool. Her head fell back against the rock - she ; was unable even to control her neck muscles.
; ; Paralysed, she sat chin-deep in the water, hoping and praying that she ; would not fall to one side or the other - if she did she would surely ; drown. Fortunately, she did not fall, and merely watched helplessly as ; a small white object emerged from the seaweed.
; ; It looked like an octopus - it had a shapeless body about the size of ; her hand, and long tentacles that reached out in all directions, ; clinging to the weed and to the rocks, and now to her legs. It began ; to move up her legs, throwing out tentacles before it to feel its way, ; and was soon climbing up her stomach. It reached her breasts and ; paused, its tentacles constantly questing, searching for something ; perhaps. It found the top of her swimsuit and sent a probing tentacle ; down into her cleavage. Then the body of the animal moved onwards and ; proceeded to follow the tentacle down inside her swimsuit.
; ; Lucy gargled in protest - it was the only sound she could make - but ; she could not do anything to stop what was happening. Little by little ; the animal disappeared into her swimming costume, and it began to make ; its way down her front towards her crotch. In mounting horror she felt ; its tentacles probing between her legs, and she struggled to scream as ; one of them slid into her vagina. Try as she might, she could make no ; sound.
; ; More tentacles entered her vagina, and her virgin opening was forced ; open as the creature tried to get inside her. Then, suddenly, it was ; inside, and she felt it slithering deep into her body. Tears began to ; roll down Lucy's cheeks, but still she could not move a muscle. She ; wondered whether she was going to be stuck here forever with this ; horrible thing inside her cunt.
; ; But the horrible thing, apparently, was not satisfied with her ; vagina. Abruptly it sent tentacles back out into her swimsuit, and ; then the shapeless body followed. One probing tentacle tip now found ; her anus, and it quickly slid inside, questing deep. More tentacles ; quickly followed, and a moment later the creature had forced its way ; into a new hiding place. It climbed deep into her rectum - she could ; feel it every awful step of the way - and then it became still.
; ; Lucy remained sitting in the rock pool, unable to move, for another ; half hour, by which time she was shivering with the cold. Feeling, ; however, was beginning to return to her limbs, and when she flexed ; muscles, they twitched. After that her recovery was rapid. She forced ; her arms and legs to work, and with an effort dragged herself to her ; feet. She was feeling very wobbly, but at least she was standing.
; ; The paralysis wearing off more and more each second, Lucy stuck a hand ; inside her swimsuit and poked her finger up into her anus. She felt ; around, but could not feel the creature - it was too deep. Sobs ; escaping from her, she climbed out of the pool and began to run back ; towards where her parents were sunbathing.
; ; "Mum, Dad!" she shouted, her voice regaining its power. "Help me!"
; ; Her father sat bolt upright as he heard her voice, and he leapt to his ; feet as she approached. "Whatever is it?" he asked in alarm. "What's ; the matter?"
; ; In floods of tears, Lucy related what had happened to her. Her father ; was astonished, to say the least.
; ; "That's just incredible," he said. "Are you absolutely sure?"
; ; "Of course I'm sure!" wailed Lucy. "Dad, you have to get it out!"
; ; "Certainly, certainly," said her mother soothingly. "We'll get you to ; a doctor."
; ; "You do believe me, don't you?" asked Lucy desperately. "It really ; happened, I swear!"
; ; "We believe you," her father assured her. "We'll leave here right now ; and get you checked out at the nearest hospital. I think that will be ; in Fort William. Come on, let's get dressed."
; ; At the hospital, the doctor was rather more sceptical about Lucy's ; account of what had transpired. She could see, however, how upset Lucy ; was, so wasted no time in agreeing to check her out. She asked Lucy to ; lie on a bed with a thin black plastic mattress, and Lucy did so, then ; she lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties at the doctor's ; request.
; ; Pulling on a clear plastic glove and lubricating it with jelly, the ; doctor slid a finger up into Lucy's anus. It hurt, but Lucy bit her ; lip and said nothing.
; ; "Well, I can't feel anything," said the doctor. "Are you sure this ; thing didn't just stick its tentacle in there and then pull ; it out again?"
; ; "I'm sure!" said Lucy. "I felt it go right in, and then it went really ; deep. You won't find it that way - it's beyond your reach."
; ; "Well I could do a colonoscopy," said the doctor doubtfully, "but we'd ; have to empty your bowels first. Or we could take an x-ray - if ; there's anything out of the ordinary in there, it should show up."
; ; "We'll go for the x-ray," said Lucy's father at once.
; ; The doctor raised an eyebrow, then nodded. "If you'll please return to ; the waiting room, I'll have you sent for in a few minutes."
; ; After the x-ray, the doctor asked to speak to Lucy's parents ; privately. Lucy was left in the waiting room.
; ; "Mr and Mrs Walker," said the doctor, "I have to be honest with you - ; there's nothing in your daughter's rectum except what we would ; normally expect to find. There's a lot of faecal matter - and I mean a ; lot - but nothing unusual at all. I'm sorry - I don't know what to ; tell you."
; ; "My daughter would not make up a story like that," said Mr Walker with ; a frown. His face began to grow red.
; ; "Octopuses have soft bodies, don't they?" asked Mrs Walker. "Surely ; they would be difficult to see in an x-ray?"
; ; "Well yes, that's true," agreed the doctor, "except that octopuses do ; have some hard parts - in particular their beaks, which would show up ; easily. Mrs Walker, I made a call to the local Sealife Centre and ; asked an expert what he thought. I'm afraid he said it was absolutely ; impossible for an octopus to do what your daughter has described - he ; thought I was joking at first. He said that a small octopus would flee ; from a human, not attack. Oh, and he said there are no white octopuses ; that he has ever heard of."
; ; Mr Walker's expression was stony. His wife merely looked anxious.
; ; "What are we to do now?" asked Mr Walker. "I can't just tell her not ; to worry about it - she's in a real panic about this."
; ; "Just show her the x-ray," suggested the doctor. "Look, I have it ; here. Once she sees that she'll have to admit that there's nothing ; inside her."
; ; Mr Walker nodded. "Very well," he said.
; ; Lucy, however, was far from convinced. "I don't care what the x-ray ; shows," she said. "I know this thing is still inside me!"
; ; "Look, Lucy," said her father. "The evidence is here, in black and ; white. Whatever happened to you, there's nothing inside you. That's ; the end of it. We're going back to the caravan site."
; ; "But Dad!"
; ; "I don't want to hear another word about it!" snapped her ; father. "Come on." He took her hand and marched her down the hospital ; corridor towards the exit, his wife following close behind.
; ; Lucy could not get to sleep that night. It just wasn't fair! Why had ; the x-ray not shown anything? She knew she was right - there was ; something inside her.
; ; She got up, put on her dressing-gown and slippers, and went outside to ; visit the campsite's toilet block. Her bowels felt full and she needed ; to poo. Yet when she sat down on the toilet seat and strained, nothing ; would come out. She felt blocked up. Feeling dissatisfied, she ; returned to bed.
; ; The following morning she still had not felt any movements from the ; creature inside her. Was it really there? Had she been mistaken ; somehow? Her thoughts troubled her.
; ; They also troubled her father. As the two of them packed the awning ; away in preparation for leaving the site, he asked her what was wrong.
; ; "Nothing," she replied sullenly.
; ; She said hardly anything on the way home. She was beginning to think ; that possibly the creature was no longer there after all, but she ; hated to think that her parents considered her a liar. She knew what ; she had seen and felt in the rock pool.
; ; That evening she tried to go to the toilet again, but again without ; success. Strangely, she did not feel as desperate to poo as she ; thought she should - the pressure in her bowels was not really any ; greater than it had been the night before, despite the fact that she ; had eaten a great deal in between.
; ; During the night she awoke suddenly. She could feel something sliding ; out of her anus! She knew immediately that it was one of the ; creature's tentacles, and she tried to yell out to her parents. But ; her voice had been silenced, and she quickly realised that she had ; been paralysed once again.
; ; Utterly helpless, she felt her anus distend as more tentacles emerged, ; followed by the body of the creature. She was wearing panties, and she ; felt the strange animal seek out an exit with its tentacles before ; slithering out of them and on to the bed. Then it crawled away, and ; she had no idea where it had gone.
; ; She counted the minutes, as well as she could without being able to ; look at her watch. Five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen, and ; twenty. She began to wonder if it was coming back at all. Soon, she ; guessed, she would be able to move again, and there was no way she was ; going to allow it back into her anus then.
; ; Thirty minutes. A cold, slimy object brushed against her leg, then ; proceeded to slip tentacles inside her panties. The creature entered ; her underwear, then began to force its tentacles into her anus. A ; moment later, it had vanished inside once more, and crawled deep into ; her bowels.
; ; She began to regain the use of her muscles, but it was too late. As ; soon as she could, she got up and ran through to her parents' room.
; ; "Mum! Dad!" she said. "It's still in there! I was right! It just came ; out of me and paralysed me so I couldn't do anything about it."
; ; "Wha what the heck? What time is it?" Her father's tone was ; grumpy. "Ten past three! For heaven's sake, girl, get back to ; bed. You've got school in the morning."
; ; "But Dad! It's true! I do have an octopus inside me!"
; ; "Lucy, I'm getting tired of this! You're beginning to make me worried ; about your mental health. Now go back to bed, and I don't want to hear ; any more about this stupid octopus!"
; ; Lucy's eyes filled with tears, and she turned and rushed back to her ; bedroom, flinging herself on her bed in abject misery.
; ; The following morning, Lucy's mother took her to school and chatted ; brightly all the way, though Lucy's responses were laconic at best. In ; truth, Mrs Walker was very worried about her daughter, but she hoped ; that Lucy would somehow just 'snap out of it' if she were surrounded ; by normal, familiar things. It was a naïve view, but she had no other ; answers to the problem.
; ; Lucy very much wanted to tell her friends about what had happened to ; her at the seaside, but she was worried that they would not believe ; her. A sense of self-preservation made her hold back, though they ; asked her in some concern why she was so quiet and withdrawn.
; ; Then, during her second lesson, disaster struck. The creature in her ; rectum, which had for some reason of its own been holding back her ; faeces, suddenly decided to get rid of them. Without warning, it ; forced a huge quantity of poo out of Lucy's anus and into her panties, ; which immediately filled up and began to overflow. Lucy shrieked ; involuntarily and her face turned white with shock.
; ; The teacher and all her classmates turned to stare at her. She flushed ; in embarrassment, unsure of what to do. Then Denis, a boy sitting just ; behind her, sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose. "Oh my God!" he ; exclaimed. "Lucy's just crapped herself!"
; ; Lucy flushed crimson and buried her head in her hands. Raised voices ; broke out all around her.
; ; "You disgusting thing!"
; ; "What a baby - I think she needs a nappy."
; ; "Ugh, that smell is disgusting! Did something crawl up your arse and ; die?"
; ; "What's the matter Lucy? You going to piss yourself too?"
; ; In abject humiliation, Lucy sprang to her feet and ran to the door, ; dropping squishy lumps of poo on to the floor as she went. She burst ; out of the classroom, slamming the door shut behind her, and hurried ; to the toilets, sobbing. Locking herself in one of the stalls, she ; took off her skirt and draped it over the cistern - it would need a ; good wash as the inside was covered in poo. Then she pulled open the ; front of her panties.
; ; Her poo looked unusual. She did not remember her excrement ever having ; quite this consistency. It was neither lumpy nor runny; instead it was ; a uniformly soft paste rather like an uncooked cake mix. It was pale ; brown in colour, and smelled terrible.
; ; She took off her panties and tipped their contents into the toilet ; bowl. Then she unlocked the stall door and went out to the washbasins ; in order to wash her panties. This took several minutes, but she was ; glad to see that the poo came out of the material without too much ; difficulty.
; ; Then she felt a tiny pinprick inside her anus. She grimaced, then ; gasped as her legs rapidly grew numb. She tried to hurry to the stall, ; but merely fell over. She rolled on to her back and lay still, ; paralysed once again. A slimy tentacle wormed its way out of her anus, ; closely followed by the rest of the creature. It crawled up her torso, ; smearing poo up the front of her clean white shirt, and stopped with ; its head six inches from her face. She could see it now better than ; she had before. It was pure white in colour, and it had seven legs, ; not eight like octopuses, though one of the legs was both thicker and ; very much longer than the others. The suckers on its legs were tiny ; and numbered in the thousands, if not tens of thousands.
; ; It crawled off her and began to roam the floor of the toilets, ; investigating everything it found. It climbed up the pipe to one of ; the basins and she heard it playing with the plug it found there. Then ; it discovered the taps, and for almost ten minutes it amused itself by ; turning them on and off over and over again.
; ; Lucy was praying that the paralysis would wear off before the end of ; the lesson. After that it was Break, and many girls would be coming in ; here to use the facilities. And here she lay, spread out on the toilet ; floor, naked from the waist down, legs parted slightly, with poo ; covering her pussy and bottom. Lucy was terrified.
; ; The septopus eventually concluded its investigations in the toilets, ; and returned to Lucy's bottom, thrusting tentacles unceremoniously up ; into her anus before pulling the rest of its body in after ; them. Burying itself deep, it grew still, and Lucy tried in vain to ; move.
; ; Minutes passed. Still she could not move. The bell rang for Break and ; she began to panic. Feeling was beginning to return to her limbs, but ; not fast enough. She succeeded in twitching one leg.
; ; The door burst open and three girls walked in. They were all seniors, ; in the year above her, and they stopped and stared in astonishment at ; her. Lucy was acutely aware than none of them particularly liked her - ; she was not a very popular girl.
; ; "Lucy Walker!" exclaimed one. "What the fuck are you doing?"
; ; "Are you all right?" asked another.
; ; Tears sprang to Lucy's eyes again, and she tried to speak. She ; succeeded. "Help me!" she whispered. "Get me into a stall, please! ; Before anyone else comes!"
; ; But the third girl had already rushed out into the corridor, grabbing ; anyone she could find. "Come and look in the toilets!" she told them ; urgently.
; ; The first two girls were actually stepping forward to help Lucy, but ; they were pushed aside as several boys barged in, not about to pass up ; an invitation to enter the girls' toilets. They stared at her. Some ; laughed. Lucy wanted to die. She was sobbing uncontrollably.
; ; "What the fuck are you doing in here?" demanded one of the girls who ; had been about to help Lucy. "Get out! Can't you see the poor girl's ; in trouble?"
; ; She herded the sightseers out into the corridor, then closed the door ; to the toilets. Now only she and her two friends remained. "Come on," ; she said, "let's get you into a stall."
; ; "Thanks Rachel," said Lucy between sobs. "I think I can move ; now." She raised herself up to a sitting position and then got ; unsteadily to her feet. "Thanks for getting rid of them. I really ; appreciate it." She went into one of the stalls and began to wipe off ; the poo with toilet paper.
; ; "Sarah, why the fuck did you bring them all in here?" demanded Rachel ; of her friend. "That was a rotten thing to do."
; ; "Oh come on," retorted Sarah in a whisper. "It's Lucy, for goodness ; sake."
; ; "I don't care who it is - think how you'd feel in her position."
; ; "I would never be in that position," replied Sarah.
; ; Lucy heard all this, but said nothing. Her self-esteem was at an ; all-time low, and she didn't know how she was going to face the rest ; of her classmates, let alone the people who had seen her poo-covered ; pussy a few minutes ago. And no doubt the whole school would hear ; about it before long.
; ; "Are you all right in there?" asked Rachel in a concerned voice.
; ; "I'm okay," replied Lucy. "I don't know what I'm going to do with my ; shirt, though."
; ; "Bring it out here and we'll wash it out," said Rachel. "Don't worry ; about the rest of your classes. I'll have a word with Mr Dean and get ; you sent home. Will there be someone at your house?"
; ; "No, but I have a key," said Lucy. "And it's not far away - I can ; walk. Thanks Rachel."
; ; "Don't mention it. Now suppose you tell me what this is all about?"
; ; Lucy sighed. She had feared this question. "I can't tell you," she ; said. "Something happened to me at half-term, but nobody will believe ; me - not even my parents!" She began to cry again. "But this horrible ; thing has happened and it keeps doing this to me! It paralyses me ; for about half an hour and I can't move a muscle."
; ; "What keeps doing it? What happened?"
; ; "I can't tell you - you wouldn't believe me and you'd tell everyone ; else."
; ; "I promise I won't," said Rachel.
; ; "Me too," said Sarah and Emily, the third girl.
; ; Deep down she knew it was unwise, but by now she was desperate for ; someone to believe her story, so she poured out her heart, describing ; in detail everything that had happened to her so far. Afterwards she ; felt better, but she was anxious to know whether the girls believed ; her or not.
; ; "That's an incredible story, Lucy," said Rachel.
; ; "It's a load of bollocks is what it is," commented Sarah.
; ; "Hey!" complained Lucy. "I don't care if you believe it or not - just ; make sure you stick to your promise and don't tell anyone, okay?"
; ; "Sure, of course," said Sarah.
; ; Lucy, having finished cleaning herself, took off her shirt and opened ; the stall door. Dressed in only her bra, she shyly took the shirt and ; her skirt out to the washbasin, wishing she had something to hide her ; body from the other girls.
; ; Rachel, however, took charge immediately. "Sarah, Emily, would you ; please be so good as to wait outside the door and make sure nobody ; comes in. I'll stay here and help Lucy."
; ; Sarah shrugged. "Sure." She and Emily left the room.
; ; "They don't believe me, do they?" asked Lucy glumly as she began to ; wash her skirt.
; ; "Nope, I'm afraid not," replied Rachel matter-of-factly. "I'm not sure ; I do, to be honest, but I'm willing to give you the benefit of the ; doubt." Having rinsed Lucy's shirt under the hot tap, she began to ; scrub at the brown marks with soap. "You really believe that at this ; moment you have a what was it, septopus? up your arse?"
; ; "It's there, I swear it!" insisted Lucy. "I'd prove it if I knew how."
; ; "Okay, okay. I'll try to downplay this whole story for you, but as ; soon as you get dressed I want you to go straight home."
; ; "I will," said Lucy fervently.
; ; They finished washing Lucy's clothes, and she got dressed. The clothes ; were of course still wet, but it could not be helped. As Break ; finished and the pupils all filtered into the classrooms, Lucy picked ; her moment and hurried out of the toilets, down the corridor and out ; into the schoolyard. Relaxing a little, she made her way home.
; ; Halfway to her house, she felt a tentacle snake out of her anus and ; she gasped. It was not, however, a precursor to the creature coming ; out to explore this time. Instead it merely probed this way and that, ; though Lucy had no idea why. She tried to ignore it and continued to ; walk, her pace quickening slightly. The tentacle slipped inside her ; vagina for a moment, then withdrew, and started tugging on the hair ; that covered her pussy.
; ; "Ouch!" she said aloud, then she clamped her mouth shut as she noticed ; some strange looks cast in her direction.
; ; The tentacle wrapped itself around a bunch of her hair and began to ; pull on it. Lucy slapped at her pussy, and received some more strange ; looks. But the tentacle retreated back into her anus, and she heaved a ; sigh of relief.
; ; Once she was home, she took off her school things and changed into a ; t-shirt and clean panties. She often dressed this way around the ; house, especially in the hot weather. Walking around barefoot, she ; accidentally stubbed her little toe on the base of a chair leg. The ; sudden pain made her gasp.
; ; It also had another effect. A violent squirming started up in her ; rectum, and continued as she bent down to rub at her toe. After a ; moment or two the pain subsided, and so did the squirming in her ; rectum. This struck her as rather odd, though she put it out of her ; head for the time being. She ran a bath and then, when it was ready, ; climbed into it. The soothing hot water had a very therapeutic effect, ; and soon she felt much better. She tried not to think about what had ; happened at school that day. Already it seemed like a bad dream.
; ; Then she felt another tell-tale pinprick, and she cried out in ; frustration as the familiar paralysis began to overtake her ; body. Leaning back against the bath, she steeled herself for the ; inevitable emergence of her parasite. And emerge it did, though it may ; have been surprised to find itself underwater this time. This was no ; problem for it, but it was quick to climb out of the tub and start ; exploring the room. When it found the medicine cabinet above the ; bathroom basin, it discovered a veritable bounty of playthings. Pills, ; bottles, tubes and little boxes fell out into the basin as the ; septopus rummaged around. It took the caps off the bottles, even (Lucy ; was amazed to see) the supposedly child-proof ones. It sampled a few ; things (though Lucy never saw its mouth) but always seemed to spit out ; what it tasted.
; ; Leaving both the basin and the cupboard in a terrible mess, it climbed ; down to the floor and continued its quest. Finding a switch that ; turned the shower on and off, it spent the next five minutes happily ; spraying Lucy's chest with cold water at intervals of a few ; seconds. When it had tired of this, it crawled out of the room, and ; Lucy prayed that the cat would find it and kill it.
; ; It was not to be, however. The septopus soon returned, climbed into ; the bath, and re-entered Lucy's rectum. A minute or two later, her ; paralysis wore off.
; ; That night Lucy awoke with a start. Her panties had suddenly become ; incredibly tight. They were digging into her skin and causing her ; considerable discomfort. She reached down with her hand to ; investigate. What she found surprised and alarmed her greatly. The ; crotch of her panties was being pulled into her anus. Already much of ; her panties had disappeared into her rectum, no doubt pulled by the ; septopus. She grabbed her panties and pulled them down in an attempt ; to wrest them from the creature's grasp, or better yet, to pull the ; horrible thing right out of her body.
; ; Her panties stretched, pulled from both ends at once. She took hold of ; the material closest to her anus and pulled hard, but without ; success. The circulation in her legs was being rapidly cut ; off. Reaching over to switch her bedside light on, she got out of bed ; and hurried to her desk, where she found a pair of scissors. She ; spread her legs wide, then carefully cut through the gusset of her ; panties just outside her anus. Then she pulled hard.
; ; The loose end immediately slithered inside her, but a moment later it ; popped back out as the septopus lost its grip on its intended ; prize. Lucy laughed quietly, congratulating herself on her victory. It ; was a shame about her panties though.
; ; Returning to bed, she lay back and relaxed, almost contented for the ; first time since this horrible thing had happened to her. She had been ; far too traumatised to masturbate before, but now she was longing to ; relieve her stress with an orgasm. She placed a finger on her clitoris ; and began to rub it in small circles. She fantasised about one of the ; boys in her class - David Driscoll - and imagined him putting his hand ; up her skirt in the middle of class. She knew he had done this with at ; least one other girl, and she tried to sit next to him as often as she ; could in the hope that he would do the same with her. So far he had ; never done so, but she lived in hope.
; ; As her orgasm approached, she began to become aware that the septopus ; was writhing about inside her. Dimly she recalled its agitation when ; she had hurt herself - was it somehow getting a sense of her feelings? ; Had it experienced her pain before, and was it now experiencing her ; pleasure? It was a distracting thought, and she put it out of her mind ; as she concentrated on reaching orgasm. Soon enough she came, and she ; moaned softly. The septopus continued to writhe for a few moments, ; then it became still. Gradually Lucy drifted off to sleep.
; ; The following morning as she put on her panties she paused, fearful of ; what might happen if the creature forced her to defecate in class ; again. But she reasoned that it had waited two days last time, so she ; ought to be safe today. Tomorrow, however, she would have to come up ; with some kind of plan if she were not to disgrace herself in front of ; her classmates again.
; ; As she arrived at school another of her worst fears was realised. As ; she sat down at her desk, the boy in front of her turned around and ; said, "Hi Lucy. Got any more octopuses up your arse today?"
; ; Lucy's jaw dropped and her cheeks turned crimson. "Shut the fuck up, ; Gareth," she hissed. "You don't know what you're talking about."
; ; "I know what everyone in the school is talking about," he responded ; with a grin. "You're such a freak, Miss Poopy-Pants."
; ; Lucy shrieked in rage and grabbed hold of his hair. He yelled and ; grabbed her wrists, but she refused to let go, instead trying to pull ; out his hair by the roots. Eventually a couple of other boys pulled ; them apart. One of them was the object of Lucy's desire, David ; Driscoll. He took hold of Lucy and restrained her as she struggled to ; lash out at Gareth. His arms tucked under her armpits and folded ; together across her chest, his right hand was clasping her left ; breast. This could have been a simple accident, but Lucy was ; distracted by it and was rather enjoying it. She ceased struggling, ; and was disappointed when David removed his hands.
; ; "Now Gareth, apologise to Lucy or I'll knock some sense into you," ; said Ben, the other boy, who was holding on to Gareth.
; ; "Sorry," said Gareth sulkily.
; ; "That's good," said David. "Now don't let me catch you calling Miss ; Shitty-Knickers here a freak again, okay?"
; ; "Hey!" objected Lucy, as everyone else burst out laughing.
; ; "And if octopuses start climbing out of her arse, you're just to ; ignore them, right?" continued David with a grin, as the others fell ; about in mirth.
; ; Lucy's heart sank. It seemed nobody was on her side after all. "Damn ; you, David," she snapped, on the brink of tears, "it wouldn't have ; hurt you to really stand up for me properly, would it?"
; ; "Oh, but where's the fun in that?" he asked with a smile. "Relax, ; Lucy. You're the talking point of the school - everyone likes to have ; something to talk about. Tomorrow it will be somebody else."
; ; Then, without warning, he bent down and lifted her skirt up, revealing ; her panties to the entire class. "Look out, everyone!" he said. "A ; giant squid!" There was more laughter.
; ; Lucy grabbed her skirt and pulled it back down, then sat down in her ; seat. She folded her arm across the desk and buried her face in the ; crook of her elbow, crying.
; ; "Right, settle down chaps and chapesses," boomed the voice of Mr ; Philips, Lucy's Maths teacher. "Take your seats please, we're revising ; motion in a circle today - lots of fun to be had by all."
; ; The crowd around Lucy dispersed, and she sat up and wiped her eyes.
; ; Halfway through the lesson Lucy felt a tentacle slip out of her ; anus. She sat bolt upright with a start, but did not dare draw ; attention to herself by making any sounds or reaching into her ; panties. So she sat still while the tentacle roamed. It slithered out ; of her panties, then looped back beneath and tucked itself in on the ; other side. The tip slithered back into her anus, and the loop was ; drawn tighter and tighter. Lucy realised what was happening only when ; the gusset of her panties began to disappear into her anus, much as it ; had done the night before. What was the septopus trying to achieve?
; ; She began to breathe heavily as her panties were pulled ever more ; tightly into her crack. The material started digging into her skin and ; her eyes began to water. She reached into her pencil case and found a ; pencil sharpener which, fortunately, had a rather loose screw. She ; hastily unscrewed the blade then surreptitiously took it under the ; desk and stuck her hands up her skirt. With one hand she held her ; panties away from her pussy, and with the other she started to saw at ; the panties with the blade of her pencil sharpener. Within seconds she ; had cut through it, and instantly the pressure on her legs was ; relieved. She grabbed at the piece disappearing into her anus and ; pulled hard at it, but she could not get enough leverage without being ; too obvious about it, so she gave up and decided to wait it out until ; the end of the lesson.
; ; The septopus continued to pull at the end it now had, but it too had ; lost some leverage - it was easier to pull on a fold than a loose ; end. By the end of the lesson Lucy's panties were tight, but not ; unbearably so. She rushed to the bathroom and, with an effort, dragged ; her gusset out of her anus. She then took off her panties and flushed ; them down the toilet - they were useless now anyway. She cursed - that ; was two pairs ruined in less than twelve hours! What was she to do ; now? The creature was obviously now fixated upon dragging her panties ; up into her anus. The only answer, it seemed, was not to wear panties ; at all. A decision reached, Lucy left the toilets and went to her next ; lesson, steeling herself for more teasing. Most other girls might have ; had a nervous breakdown by now, or at least run off home, unable to ; face her fellow pupils. But Lucy had always been teased about one ; thing or another - mostly about being fat - and she was used to being ; humiliated. True, this new humiliation was in a class of its own, but ; she had at least developed the psychological tools to survive it.
; ; For the rest of the day the septopus seemed bored. Every so often it ; extended its longest tentacle and probed about, looking for something ; to investigate. It kept grabbing hold of Lucy's pubic hair and tugging ; on it, and once or twice it pulled hard enough to cause her pain. Once ; Lucy attempted to grab hold of the tentacle, hoping to drag the entire ; creature out of her rectum, but it was too slimy and quickly slithered ; back into the safety of her colon.
; ; Mercifully it did not paralyse her while she was at school, though as ; soon as she got home she felt the tell-tale pinprick inside her ; anus. She was climbing the stairs at the time, and managed to reach ; her bedroom and close the door behind her before she collapsed on the ; floor. Once again the septopus emerged to explore, and Lucy fancied it ; had grown very slightly since it had first taken up residence in her ; body. It was obviously doing something with her faecal matter - ; possibly it was feeding on it and producing its own waste, which would ; explain why her poo had been so unusual yesterday.
; ; That night Lucy shaved her pussy - she was sick of having her pubic ; hair pulled by the septopus's tentacles. It actually felt quite nice ; to be smooth down there, and she resolved to keep it that way.
; ; The following morning, Lucy knew she had to take some kind of ; precaution to avoid further embarrassment in class. It had now been ; two days since she had emptied her bowels, and although it did her no ; good to sit on the toilet and strain, she knew that a moderate ; quantity of poo was building up inside her and would be expelled as ; and when the septopus decided to get rid of it.
; ; She took a polythene bag and punched two holes in the bottom. She ; stepped into these holes and pulled the bag up as if it were a pair of ; panties. She then took a roll of parcel tape and wound it around each ; of her legs in turn, trapping the ragged edges of the holes she had ; created in the poly bag. She then wound more tape around her waist, ; holding the top of the bag firmly in place with no gaps at any ; point. Her pelvic region was now completely sealed off and ; airtight. If she did have an accident, nobody need know about it - the ; poo would all be contained within the poly bag and not even the smell ; would be able to leak out.
; ; Satisfied with her work, she pulled on her skirt and looked at herself ; in the mirror. Nobody would guess what she was wearing under the ; skirt, she reflected. Unless she moved. With some consternation she ; realised that she rustled when she walked. Her heart sank. Still, ; there was nothing to be done about it now. She would just have to be ; careful how she moved.
; ; School, of course, was miserable that day. She was teased mercilessly, ; and cried several times, but fortunately today nobody lifted up her ; skirt. Even the strange sounds of the poly bag turned out not to be ; much of a problem - her contemporaries tended to make so much noise in ; between classes that the rustlings went unnoticed. For some reason the ; septopus seemed rather subdued throughout the day, and only rarely ; extended a probing tentacle. It did not force her to poo.
; ; Lucy returned home greatly relieved - as far as she was concerned, the ; day had gone very well. She took off the poly bag and sat on the ; toilet, trying to 'train' her parasite to defecate at more appropriate ; times. It did not seem willing or able to learn this, however.
; ; As she climbed into bed, Lucy felt a tentacle emerge from her ; anus. For a moment she caught sight of herself in the mirror, and ; turned so that she could clearly see the reflection of her bottom. Her ; anus, of course, looked distended, forced open by the tentacle that ; was now probing the air. It was a strange sight.
; ; She lay down, switched off her light, and closed her eyes. The ; tentacle continued to writhe about, however, and its questing tip ; suddenly found Lucy's clitoris. Lucy jumped, and the tentacle became ; still. Then, very slowly, it began to caress her, rubbing her clit in ; small circles almost exactly like her finger did when she was ; masturbating. Lucy was about to slap it away, but she changed her mind ; - this felt rather nice. Obviously the septopus had been paying ; attention while she masturbated two nights ago.
; ; A moan escaped her lips - the tentacle was doing an excellent job and ; she was becoming very aroused. Before long she climaxed, her hips ; bucking as she writhed in ecstasy. Yet the tentacle did not stop, and ; orgasm after orgasm wracked her body as it continued to stimulate her ; with relentless persistence. Fifteen minutes later she was exhausted, ; but still the tentacle did not stop. Her orgasms were coming less ; frequently now and her pussy was aching, but she did not have the ; energy even to try to stop the tentacle. Nor did she particularly want ; to. Bathed in a multi-orgasmic glow, she felt more sexually fulfilled ; now than ever before. She was still climaxing even as she lost ; consciousness.
; ; The next morning she could barely stand. Her legs felt like jelly. For ; how long after she fell asleep had the septopus continued to stimulate ; her? All night, perhaps, judging by the way she felt. However it ; seemed to have stopped now, fortunately.
; ; Another poly bag and another few strips of tape. Lucy was convinced ; this was the answer, and she was fairly sure that the creature would ; defecate today. The bag she selected this time was not the kind that ; rustled a lot, and she was very happy with the result.
; ; During the third lesson, a new trouble began. A tentacle emerged and ; made straight for her clitoris. She tried to slap it away but it ; refused to be deflected from its goal. Lucy's eyes widened in alarm as ; she began to feel herself being ruthlessly masturbated. She clamped ; her legs together and tried to ignore it, but the sensations were too ; intense and she began to flush with excitement. She began to squirm in ; her seat.
; ; By the end of the lesson, she had had three orgasms already, and she ; had a fourth as she was walking to her next lesson. In the corridor ; she bumped into Rachel. Despite her arousal, the memory of her ; betrayal shocked her back to reality.
; ; "Hey!" she said crossly. "Thanks a lot for keeping my secret so ; well. Now the whole school knows!"
; ; Rachel nodded. "I'm sorry," she said. "But I didn't tell a soul, I ; promise."
; ; "I know," Lucy sighed. "And I'm sorry to yell at you. I know it was ; probably Sarah. Anyway I really did appreciate what you did for me - ; thanks again."
; ; "Don't mention it," said Rachel, and she walked off.
; ; Lucy's next lesson was Physics, but she found she could not ; concentrate at all. Orgasm followed orgasm, and it was all she could ; do to keep herself from moaning aloud. Fifth lesson was much the same, ; but ten minutes before the Lunch bell the tentacle suddenly ceased ; caressing her and retreated back into her anus. Drained of energy, ; Lucy slumped in her seat.
; ; The septopus left her alone for the rest of that day. Still it did not ; defecate. Lucy was beginning to be worried about how much poo was ; building up inside her. Over the last few days, her appetite had been ; greater than normal - she guessed it was because she was eating for ; two - and she had consumed a lot of food by anybody's standards. Her ; parents had exchanged meaningful glances as they saw how much she ; heaped on her plate, but they had not said anything to her about ; it. Yet more than three days had now passed and still the creature had ; not expelled her poo. What was it waiting for?
; ; The next day was Friday, and again Lucy wore her precautionary ; polythene bag. Today her clitoral stimulation began practically as ; soon as she sat down for her first lesson, and this time the ; sensations were somehow even more intense. She tried to control ; herself, but could not help writhing her hips in her seat and panting ; heavily. For the first time, the septopus used some of its other ; tentacles, sticking three of them inside her vagina and stroking it ; from within. This sent Lucy over the edge, and she suddenly moaned ; aloud in orgasmic ecstasy.
; ; Every head in the room immediately turned her way. Lucy blushed ; crimson and tried to look nonchalant, but even the teacher had located ; the source of the sound. Mrs Watson, a middle-aged woman with short ; grey hair, walked up to Lucy's desk.
; ; "Lucy, stand up," she commanded.
; ; Lucy got to her feet rather shakily. Every few seconds she was ; reaching another orgasm, and she was having trouble focusing her eyes, ; but she did her best to appear composed as she faced her teacher.
; ; "Lucy, is there something the matter with you?"
; ; "No Mrs Watson," replied Lucy.
; ; "Then sit down and don't let me hear another peep out of you." She ; turned on her heel and walked back to the front of the classroom.
; ; Lucy managed to remain silent for the rest of that lesson, but found ; it just as difficult in the second. The septopus had now figured out ; exactly where all her sensitive areas were, and knew how best to ; stimulate them. It had bunched together three or four of its tentacles ; and was thrusting them like a large penis in and out of Lucy's ; cunt. With each thrust, the tentacle tips would stimulate her g-spot ; and any other erogenous zones they could find. The septopus was ; becoming a master at its craft. Lucy, in the corner of the classroom, ; was by now almost incapable of controlling her body and was sitting ; with her legs spread indecently wide. Her teacher had noticed this, ; but was fortunately (for Lucy) enjoying the view too much to tell her ; off for it.
; ; Yet halfway through the second lesson the septopus did something ; unexpected. While bringing her to yet another multiple orgasm, it ; suddenly released all of Lucy's pent-up poo, which flooded out to fill ; up her polythene bag. This shocked Lucy, who sat up straight and ; immediately became paranoid that the bag would somehow spring a ; leak. The flow of mushy poo from her anus seemed to last for ages, and ; the bag grew more and more full. Then it stopped flowing, and Lucy ; sniffed the air cautiously, hoping that the smell would be contained ; as she had intended.
; ; The longest tentacle continued to stroke her, building to another huge ; orgasm. Lucy, unable to smell anything, relaxed a little and allowed ; the sensations to dominate her thoughts again. The tentacles that were ; fucking her cunt increased the pace of their thrusting, and Lucy ; stifled a moan. Her legs fell apart again, and she surreptitiously ; slipped a hand inside her shirt so that she could caress her ; breast. She popped open the front fastening on her bra, and began to ; squeeze and fondle her breast, rubbing her nipple.
; ; By some miracle none of the other pupils had noticed her actions, but ; the teacher could see exactly what she was doing, and was fighting to ; control the growing bulge in his trousers.
; ; Lucy writhed in her seat, the mushy poo working itself into every ; crevice. Strangely the sensation of her buttocks and pussy squishing ; around in her own poo was if anything adding to her pleasure. She ; climaxed in an almost delirious state, and then collapsed as the ; tentacle finally stopped rubbing her clitoris. The tentacles in her ; cunt slithered out, and the septopus withdrew all of its appendages ; into Lucy's anus.
; ; During Break, Lucy hurried to the toilet to empty out her bag. When ; she unwrapped the tape around her waist and pulled the bag open, she ; was astonished to see just how much poo was in there. The bag was ; almost completely full, and bulging all over. She emptied it all into ; the toilet, then flushed both the poo and the polythene bag. After an ; intensive clean-up of her pelvic region by means of most of a full ; roll of toilet tissue, she flushed again.
; ; The rest of the morning lessons were comparatively uneventful. When ; the bell rang for Lunch, David Driscoll met her outside in the ; corridor. "Hi Lucy," he said. "You know, I've been meaning to ; apologise for the other day. I was mean to you and I'm sorry."
; ; Lucy was greatly surprised. "Well, thank you," she said. "I appreciate ; that."
; ; "I've actually been thinking about you quite a lot," continued ; David. "I'd really like to hear more about this octopus thing - I'm ; sure that you wouldn't lie about something like that, so I figure the ; story must have some basis in fact, right?"
; ; Lucy's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What do you mean?" she asked.
; ; "Just that I'd like to get a chance to make up my own mind about it, ; not listen to rumours. Will you meet me in the French Room cupboard ; and tell me about it?"
; ; "Are you making fun of me?" demanded Lucy.
; ; "No, of course not!" protested David. "I'm serious."
; ; Lucy's heart leaped in hope. "Well thanks for giving me a chance to ; explain," she said. "Though you were absolutely rotten to me. Okay - ; when do you want to meet?"
; ; "How about now?" suggested David.
; ; "Cool! Let's go then."
; ; Her heart pounding, Lucy accompanied David to the French Room, then ; followed him into the cupboard. She was startled to see several of ; David's friends already there. "Hey, what's going on?" she asked.
; ; "Relax, Lucy," said David. "I've just told them all that they ought to ; listen to your side of the story. It will save me trying to convince ; them about your experiences later. Better that they hear it from ; you. Come on, sit down and tell us all about it."
; ; "Well okay" said Lucy dubiously. And she began to tell her story.
; ; Afterwards there was a short silence, during which Lucy looked ; expectantly from one boy to another. Then one of them spoke.
; ; "Maybe we could try helping her get it out," suggested Jimmy Tregowan.
; ; "Sounds like a reasonable idea," agreed David. "What do you think, ; Lucy?"
; ; Lucy frowned in puzzlement. "How would you go about doing that?" she ; asked.
; ; "Well," began David, and he reached out, offering her his hand. "If ; you'll allow me to demonstrate?"
; ; Lucy took his hand, and he pulled her towards him suddenly so that she ; fell on her front across his lap. "Hey!" she said.
; ; "Relax," said David. "Trust me." He flipped up the back of her skirt, ; revealing her naked bottom. "My word!" he exclaimed. "No panties! ; Aren't you daring?"
; ; It was then that Lucy realised this had all been a simple ploy to have ; some fun at her expense. David and the others meant to abuse her, ; perhaps counting on the fact that nobody was likely to believe her if ; she reported it. She should have been angry, especially after the way ; he had treated her. Yet this was the kind of situation she had often ; fantasised about - David taking advantage of her naïveté in a sexual ; context - and although there was a rather larger audience than she ; would have liked she found herself becoming aroused, though she did ; not like to admit it. She struggled, but David was holding her ; down. "Let me go!" she said.
; ; "Hey calm down, we're only trying to help. Rob, you've got the ; Vaseline?"
; ; Rob nodded and produced a jar. He removed the cap and dug his fingers ; into the stuff, pulling out a large wad.
; ; "Okay," said David, "slap it on, then." He pulled Lucy's ample ; buttocks apart to reveal her pink anus.
; ; "Hey stop it!" cried Lucy, secretly delighted by what he was doing to ; her.
; ; "Pipe down, Lucy," said David. "This is for your own good." He grinned ; at Rob as the other boy began rubbing Vaseline on and around Lucy's ; anus. Rob grinned back, then he slipped one finger inside.
; ; "Ouch! Stop that!" whined Lucy. She did not care much for Rob, but she ; hoped that David would soon take it upon himself to enjoy her body.
; ; "Shut up Lucy," said David. "For heaven's sake we're just trying to ; help. Now go on Rob, try your other fingers now."
; ; Lucy squealed as Rob began pushing more and more fingers into her ; anus. Four fingers disappeared up to the last knuckle, then he tucked ; his thumb into the palm of his hand and continued to push. Lucy ; grimaced in pain. It would probably have hurt a lot more if her anus ; was not by now well used to being forced open by the septopus.
; ; "Got it!" cried Rob triumphantly, as his hand slid in up to the ; wrist. Lucy whimpered.
; ; "Well done Rob," said David. "You'd better lubricate your forearm - ; who knows how deep you'll have to go before you find this creature?"
; ; Rob nodded, and applied Vaseline to his lower arm. He then resumed ; pushing, twisting his arm back and forth to work it ever deeper into ; Lucy's rectum.
; ; "Can you feel anything?" inquired Jimmy.
; ; "Not yet," said Rob. "I'd better go deeper."
; ; Lucy was quietly revelling in her abuse. She continued to struggle ; feebly, but she had no desire to break free. She only wished she could ; masturbate.
; ; "That's as far as I can get, I think," said Rob. "No sign of the ; octopus."
; ; "Perhaps it's hiding in a different orifice," suggested Paul, the ; fourth boy, speaking for the first time.
; ; "Good idea Paul," said David. "Why don't you lube up and investigate?" ; He pulled Lucy's legs wide apart. She tried to pull them back together ; again, but Jimmy and Rob held them in place. "Goodness me, you shave!" ; exclaimed David. "My, Lucy, you're full of surprises."
; ; As Paul's Vaseline-covered fingers slid into her cunt, Lucy said, ; "Stop that You won't get away with this, you know."
; ; "Get away with what? We're doing you a favour, Lucy. You should be ; grateful to us for taking the time to help you with your problem."
; ; "She's a bit too tight for me to get my whole hand in," reported Paul.
; ; "She just needs to be stretched a bit," said David. "Just force it."
; ; Lucy screamed in real pain as Paul jammed his hand hard into her ; cunt. She felt her flesh tear as he succeeded in burying himself up to ; the wrist.
; ; "Hush Lucy!" said David. "Do you want everyone to hear and come ; barging in to see you like this?"
; ; Paul rotated his hand this way and that, exploring with his ; fingers. "Nope, can't find anything," he said.
; ; "Let me have a go," said David. He lubed his hand and slid it into her ; cunt, burying it as deep as Paul had. "No, you're right, nothing in ; there. I'll try her arse again."
; ; Lucy knew that it was weak to crave attention from a horrible boy like ; David, whom deep down she really despised, but she could not help ; enjoying it as he slid his hand deep into her rectum. Despite his ; rotten treatment of her, she still fancied him and wanted him to ; notice her, and touch her And now he was buried up to his forearm ; in her anus. It was not as good as love, nor even as good as sex, but ; it was something. It was attention.
; ; Each boy took it in turns to stick their hands in both her cunt and ; her anus. She wondered how they were going to justify fucking her, but ; it turned out that this was not part of their plan. As the end of ; Lunch Break approached, they got up and left.
; ; "Sorry Lucy," said David. "We've tried our best, but there doesn't ; seem to be anything in there. Looks like you were just making it up ; after all. I wouldn't bother telling anybody what we've done here - ; we'll just deny it, and who do you think people will believe?"
; ; Lucy pulled her skirt down and got up. "You're a bastard, David," she ; said. "You're probably right - no-one will believe me - but I'll think ; of some way to pay you back, just see if I don't."
; ; "Ooh, I'm scared," said David mockingly, and he laughed as he walked ; out of the room.
; ; Lucy's anus and cunt burned with pain as she limped to the ; cafeteria. She was terribly hungry, and she piled her tray high with ; things she could eat quickly. She could hardly bear to sit down, but ; she did not want to have to answer awkward questions, so she gritted ; her teeth against the pain and pretended nothing was wrong.
; ; The rest of the day went quietly. Lucy went home and had a bath in an ; attempt to soothe her smarting vaginal and anal openings. The septopus ; did not make an appearance until later that evening, when it paralysed ; her in the living room while she was watching a movie with her ; parents. They did not notice the creature emerging from Lucy's skirt ; and investigating the room - the lights were low and their attention ; was focused on the television screen. By the time the movie finished, ; the creature was back inside Lucy and the paralysis had worn off.
; ; The weekend passed, and Lucy began to grow somewhat used to having the ; septopus inside her. It continued to bring her orgasm after orgasm, ; sometimes at awkward moments, but she was learning to maintain her ; outward composure even as she came.
; ; She wore a poly bag to school on Monday, but she did not need it. Nor ; did she on Tuesday, nor Wednesday. Thursday and Friday passed, and ; still the creature had not defecated. Lucy began to grow ; worried. Saturday night came and went, and still there was no sign of ; her poo. Her abdomen was beginning to look a little distended. On ; Sunday morning, as on every Sunday morning, her family went to ; church. Lucy wore a skirt that stopped just short of her knees, and ; beneath it she wore a precautionary poly bag.
; ; It was during communion, just as Lucy was receiving her wafer at the ; altar rail, when her parasite finally decided to release nine days' ; worth of excrement. It poured out of her anus in a rush, piling up ; inside the poly bag and then spreading out to fill all available ; corners. Soon there was no more room, but still the poo kept coming, ; propelled with considerable force from within her anus. The bag began ; to bulge. Her skirt began to bulge with it, and she froze in alarm, ; hoping that nobody was looking at her.
; ; Then the flow stopped. The bag was holding. The smell, so far, was ; apparently contained. She heaved a sigh of relief. But her troubles ; were not over. The sheer weight of poo in the bag caused it to start ; sagging at the back. Lucy quickly resolved to leave the church and ; head for the toilets in the church hall as soon as she had taken her ; communion. She anxiously waited for the man with the wine to come to ; her.
; ; The bag sagged lower and lower. Much lower, Lucy thought, and it would ; be visible below her hemline. Finally she was presented with the ; wine. She took a sip, said 'Amen', then got up and began to walk ; quickly away from the altar rail.
; ; The bag burst. A heap of mushy poo the size of a football fell with a ; splat on the red carpet between the choir stalls, covering the backs ; of her legs and her feet as it fell. Lucy stopped and stared at it in ; horror. She looked up at the congregation. As one, they were staring ; at her in astonishment and disgust.
; ; "Lucy!" shrieked Lucy's mother.
; ; Lucy fled out of the church.
; ; Dr Rushton sipped at her tea. "After that," she said, "my parents took ; me to a psychiatrist. In an attempt to prove to me how unfounded my ; story was, he arranged for me to have an ultrasound. To his surprise, ; of course, they found the septopus, and I had a lengthy operation to ; remove it. By that time word was beginning to spread among the ; scientific community, and my late husband Albert took a keen interest ; in my case. He recovered the still living septopus and began his ; research in early '01. I went to university, studied biology, got my ; PhD under Albert, and the two of us continued our studies until his ; death four years ago. Since then I've been working on my own, except, ; of course, for the very capable help I've received from you." She ; smiled at Tom.
; ; Tom sat back in his chair, impressed. "A remarkable story," he ; said. "And all the more remarkable for being true. I had no idea you ; had been so intimately involved with one of the septopods."
; ; "Yes, well, it certainly gave me an incentive to study them. At first ; I loathed them, then I began to respect them and finally to admire ; them. They are amazing animals. I was rather upset when mine died ; after just five years, and when we heard about the finds in the ; Canaries, we knew we had to get a few specimens for our studies."
; ; "Well, Dr Rushton"
; ; "Call me Lucy," she said with a smile.
; ; "Lucy it's getting late - I should let you get to bed. Thank you ; very much for telling me your story. I hate to admit it, but I found ; it rather erotic."
; ; Lucy laughed. "It was," she said, "although it did not seem so at the ; time, except when it was stimulating me. Yet when I think back on ; those few glorious days, I can't help but miss my little parasite."
; ; "Can I ask you a personal question?"
; ; "Sure, Tom."
; ; "Do you still shave?" he inquired.
; ; Lucy grinned. "Yes, I do," she said. "Now get going."
; ; She showed him out, then sighed to herself and went to bed.
; ; The following morning, when she arrived at the university, she was ; called up to the office of the department head, Professor Fenton. He ; wore a troubled look.
; ; "Lucy, I have bad news," he said. "I've had word from the ministry - ; they're shutting down your project."
; ; "What?" Lucy could scarcely believe her ears. "Why?"
; ; "Well, they're concerned about this new evidence of their ; intelligence. They feel that further research is not in the public ; interest. Those are their words, not mine."
; ; "But how do they know about that evidence?" demanded Lucy. "I haven't ; even published anything!"
; ; Professor Fenton looked uncomfortable. "Well," he said, "I couldn't ; tell you this before, but I've been sending them progress reports on a ; weekly basis. I'm sorry - they made me do it."
; ; Lucy was speechless. "And what about the septopods?" she ; inquired. "What is to become of them?"
; ; "I'm afraid that they will have to be destroyed," said the professor ; regretfully. "They'll be coming round this afternoon to see that it is ; done."
; ; Lucy threw up her hands in despair. "Good grief, George, this is my ; life's work! You can't let them take it away from me like this!"
; ; "I'm sorry, I really am," said the professor, not daring to look her ; directly in the eye.
; ; "How about if I move them somewhere safe - I'll tell the ministry I ; killed them and flushed them."
; ; The professor shook his head. "They want to see bodies. I'm sorry, ; Lucy."
; ; "Well, thanks for nothing." Lucy turned on her heel and stormed ; towards the door.
; ; "Dr Rushton"
; ; Lucy stopped with the door half open and turned back to look at the ; professor. "Yes?"
; ; "I may have slightly misled the ministry in one small detail"
; ; "Which was?"
; ; "From the beginning I have told them that we only had three ; septopuses"
; ; Lucy looked puzzled. "But we have four," she said.
; ; "I know. But the ministry will only be expecting to see three ; bodies"
; ; Lucy's eyes widened. "Thank you George!" she exclaimed, and ran out ; into the corridor.
; ; Down in the lab, she looked at each tank in turn, evaluating the ; health of each specimen. Then, slowly and deliberately, she lifted up ; the heavy top of one of the tanks and placed it on the ; bench. Immediately the occupant scuttled out of its hiding place and ; climbed the tank's glass wall. It paused for a moment at the top, ; watching Lucy.
; ; Lucy quickly looked around to make sure nobody was in sight, then she ; unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. She pulled her ; panties down next, then turned away from the septopus and bent over, ; presenting her bottom to the creature.
; ; It wasted no time. There was a wet slap on her left buttock as the ; septopus dropped on to her from the edge of the tank, then the tip of ; a long, slimy tentacle began probing along her groove. It found her ; anus and began to slide in with ease, lubricated with its slime. More ; tentacles entered her, and then the body of the animal followed. She ; felt it crawl deep inside her, and sighed with satisfaction. She had ; been looking forward to this for a long time ; ;