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Subject: {ASSM} Yanari (Sci-fi, f/tentacles, BDSM, rape?)
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Yanari was originally posted late last summer, and the response
was wonderful!!!  My apologies to those who had requested a
sequel/continuation - to continue Yanari's tale would essentially
"cheapen" this original story, and several close friends (with
whom I have discussed the issue) agree strongly.

However, I am still entertaining the idea of writing about
Yanari's other adventures.  They would be completely unrelated to
the events of this tale, but as a character, Yanari is my
definite favorite to date, so it is perhaps inevitable that she
will appear in future erotica (pun intended).







YANARI Wolf Feather


Yanari awoke with a strong fit of coughing, spitting out a
bluish-colored, stale, sweet-tasting slime from her mouth.  Her
stomach seemed to turn over several times, a bizarre feeling
somewhere between extreme hunger and extreme revulsion.  Her
entire body ached and felt sticky, and she discovered that she
was mostly naked, with only tattered shreds of her clothing still
attached to her and much more of the bluish-colored slime
covering both her and the hard dirt-packed ground around her.

Yanari's ears caught the sound of running water, and, fighting
the aches of her body, she slowly crawled in that direction.  The
hard rust-colored dirt beneath her certainly had no give, and in
fact almost felt like the hardest of rocks, with each touch by
her hands and knees adding to her discomfort. Her long reddish
hair hung down well past her face, nearly touching the hard
ground as she moved slowly, more of the bluish-colored slime
dripping from her hair onto her hands, and even more dribbling
down her arms and off her torso and thighs as she slowly made her
way toward the sound of running water.

At last, she ground sloped slightly, then she was in the clear
liquid.  She nearly collapsed immediately, the cool temperature
at once soothing both her body and her mind; only instinct kept
her arms stiff to support her, so that she would not drown in the
small stream.  Closing her eyes, Yanari simply relished the
sensation of cleanliness as she felt the slime slowly being
detached from her skin by the flow of the water.  After a few
moments, when she felt ready, she knelt in the stream, removed a
small section of her shirt which was still attached around her
left shoulder, and used that as a makeshift washcloth to slowly
clean herself.

The star of this planet was low in the sky, she finally noticed.
However, knowing nothing about this planet, she was unsure
whether this was morning or evening.  She knew nothing about the
length of the days, the length of the nights, the inhabitants (if
any), the animals and insects (which were likely abundant), the
edible plants, the natural traps, the typical weather and climate
patterns...

In short, Yanari knew nothing.  Her survival training would
certainly be helpful to some extent, but not nearly as much as on
a planet she knew well.

Dunking her head in the stream, the young adventurer cleaned the
last of the bluish slime from her face and her hair.  That
finished, she finally cupped her hand in the water and brought
the cool liquid to her lips.  The water tasted slightly sweet,
but was eagerly welcomed by her now-dry mouth and throat.  She
looked around for an odd-shaped rock or something else that she
might be able to use as an impromptu cup, but was forced to bend
forward, submerge her face, and drink like an animal.  Even
though there seemed to be no one else around - if there even were
other people on this planet - Yanari still could not help feeling
extremely embarrassed to drink in such a manner, especially being
quite nude.

With her thirst finally quenched, the young woman stood slowly,
but not without more discomfort.  Whatever had happened to her,
it would be with her for quite some time, like an athlete with an
injury which continues to make itself apparent throughout the
sport's season.  Pulling off the only other scrap of remaining
clothing and tossing it aside, she located a large boulder on the
opposite side of the stream.  After inspecting around it to
ensure she would not be stung or bitten by insects living nearby,
she climbed upon it and sat for a nice long think.

Looking around her, Yanari noted that there was a thick forest on
either side of the wide expanse of reddish hard-packed dirt.  The
boulder upon which she sat was one of several along the
treelines.  It was quite possible that this was some sort of
road, with the boulders used as markers, since they seemed to be
evenly-spaced.  That would indicate people on the planet, and in
this area specifically.  That should certainly increase her
chances of finding out what happened to her and how she could get
back into space and continue on her way to her brother's funeral.


But just how did she end up here?  For a long time, Yanari's mind
simply drew a blank, unable to focus.  In large part, it was
because she was definitely hungry, evidenced by the vocalizations
of her stomach.  She had never been too good at thinking or
remembering when she was hungry, and not knowing which plants on
this planet were edible and which were poisonous, she did not yet
want to risk eating something unknown.  The trees all had
multicolored leaves and bark, unlike any trees she had ever seen
before. That meant that the best she could do for now was to
continue drinking from the stream, since she knew that remaining
adequately hydrated would be the prime concern for her survival
here.

The stream! she thought, realizing that she had washed away all
the slime from her body and sent it downstream.  When she awoke,
she had spit out some of the slime.  Since she did not feel sick,
perhaps that was something edible.  Looking across the stream to
the other side, where she had awoken, Yanari could tell, however,
that what slime had fallen from her body was practically gone -
perhaps in part from evaporation and in part from the heat of the
star.

The star has definitely risen, Yanari noted, so it must be
morning on this planet.  Slowly, she slipped off the boulder and
returned to the stream, kneeling again in its cool water before
bending over once more to drink, this time careful to hold her
hair out of the way.  Again, she noted the slightly-sweet taste
of the water, and wondered if this was what the bluish-colored
slime tasted like before it had gone stale in her mouth when she
was unconscious.

Sitting up again, Yanari looked upstream.  The water emerged from
the forest to her left, but the stream curved out of her view as
she looked past the treeline.  She simply sighed, trying to
ignore the rumblings of her stomach.  Closing her eyes, she tried
to remember, and suddenly, it all came back to her...



"Mayday!  Mayday!  Craft Jentrilli Zex going down!  No helm
control, no thruster response, main engines exploded!  Mayday! 
Mayday!"

With no response to her professionally-frantic distress calls,
Yanari knew that she had to brace for a crash-landing.  Whoever
had attacked her tiny craft indeed wanted her out of the way to
chase her to this long-forgotten area of the quadrant and then
disable her craft so swiftly when it was close enough to be
caught in the planet's gravity.  Now the tertiary explosions from
the ambush were taking away what little remained that she could
actually use aboard the tiny craft.  It became clear that she had
to jettison herself in the next few minutes, as the structural
integrity of the main hull definitely would not survive the
gravometric stresses of atmospheric entry.

Hopefully, the escape pod was intact.  Hopefully, the electronics
in that area were still functioning well enough to safely eject
her from her doomed craft.

She didn't have time to grab a few precious belongings or snatch
up food and drink from the small galley.  Yanari simply unbuckled
herself from the pilot's chair and ran-floated toward the center
of the craft, pulling up the trapdoor which provided access to
the escape pod.  Cramped even for a single small-framed person
like herself, she was actually glad that she was alone, as she
did not want to be responsible for the safety of others in such a
dire situation.

Once safely sealed inside, Yanari checked the main craft's hull
integrity, hoping to have enough time to link with the planetary
mapping program to see what awaited her below.  But with the main
hull integrity already beyond critical levels, she knew that she
had to simply wing it.

Seconds later, she watched out the aft porthole as the Jentrilli
Zex suddenly shrunk before her eyes.  Her home for the last
several years had protected her well, but was now in its final
moments of existence.  For the first time in at least a decade,
the young adventurer actually cried, only now realizing just how
fond she had become of her tiny craft.

It took several long, painstaking hours for the escape pod to
finally land. Since it had no thruster power of its own, Yanari
had strapped herself in again well in advance of impact, then
felt as if her insides were being shaken and stirred as the
space-worthy escape pod bounced and pitched and rolled across the
foreign landscape for several long, agonizing minutes. When it
finally came to a stop, she for the first time cursed her
decision to not have a land-worthy escape pod installed when she
had the chance two years earlier, especially since she found
herself hanging upside-down in relation to the ground.

After much slow, careful, well-planned maneuvering, Yanari stood
on the ceiling of the safety vehicle.  Seemingly everything was
broken and offline.  Even the emergency rations had spilled from
their small containers and now were sprawled across the ceiling.
Thus forced to go exploring for food and water, Yanari shrugged
it off, grit her teeth in determination, and fought the damaged
hatch until it finally popped open and immediately fell off its
hinges.  Apparently, the air on this planet was quite breathable,
since she did not asphyxiate on the spot.

The light in the sky was rather low, indicating either early
morning or late evening on this strange planet.  There was a
slight breeze, warm and carrying a taste of something sweet.  The
young woman found herself in the middle of what appeared to be a
roadway, about ten meters wide, with large boulders spaced
somewhat evenly along either side's treeline.  The escape pod had
left its indentations in the hard-packed rust-colored dirt of the
roadway, and there was still a thin cloud of dust in the air.

Figuring that the trail of impact marks would attract spectators,
Yanari essentially "backtracked" along the route taken by the
escape pod.  The light of the sky faded during her journey,
revealing billions of stars in the clear sky above.  There was no
moon to reflect light down onto the planet's surface, but judging
from where she could not see any stars, it was easy enough to
discern the heights of the trees on either side of the roadway;
staying approximately halfway between them was enough to remain
on the roadway, although she had to be careful for some time
about the impact craters left by the escape pod.

For seemingly hours, she soldiered on.  Yanari's thoughts shifted
almost seamlessly between the need for survival and her concerns
about the likely language barrier between herself and the people
who lived here... assuming that this was indeed an inhabited
planet.  Yet she also wondered why there were no sounds from
animals or insects, and soon began to question if the only life
on this planet was of the plant variety.

The roadway was amazingly straight for such an immense distance.
The sky was so incredibly dark without any light reflected from a
moon.  These observations kept Yanari's mind quite occupied,
which was important as the need for nourishment and water slowly
made itself evident; thinking about something other than food and
drink made her biological needs less stressing to her mind.

Suddenly, the young adventurer stopped.  She could have sworn
that some strange sound had just come to her ears, but she had
been so lost in thought that she thought her ears may be playing
tricks on her due to her body's hunger and thirst.  Waiting a few
moments, she heard nothing but her own breathing and the gentle
rustling of leaves high in the trees from the gentle breeze. 
Calming herself, she continued on.

At last, the first rays of light illuminated the sky ahead of
her.  Having lost all track of time, Yanari could feel her
physical and mental fatigue, but was unsure whether she had just
made it through a long night or a short night.  In fact, she
realized that she had no sense of time in general for this
planet.  She knew nothing of rotation speed, angle of axis, width
at the equator...

She stopped again, thinking she heard something nearby.  Looking
around, Yanari reached to her gunbelt...

...only to discover that she had left it behind on the Jentrilli
Zex in her hurried escape.  Cursing herself mentally, she looked
around her in every direction, seeing nothing but roadway, trees,
and boulders.

How many kilometers have I gone thus far? she wondered as she
resumed her trek to seemingly nowhere.  Am I at least close to a
stream? a village? a rock formation?

Yanari froze in her tracks, certain again that she had just heard
something.  There was a little more light in the sky now, but the
scenery was still lit only dimly.  She could easily discern
colors again - the rust-colored roadway, the multicolored leaves
and bark of the trees, the orange-white of the boulders - but
nothing looked out of the ordinary, not even the pink-colored
sky.

Something thin and slimy suddenly wrapped itself around Yanari's
right ankle, just as she had lifted her left foot to continue her
trek.  With a painful thud, she fell rapidly to the unforgiving
ground, not having enough time to bring her arms into position to
brace her fall.  Instantly, other thin and slimy things wrapped
themselves around both legs.

A quick glance back over her shoulder was blocked by her lengthy
hair. Brushing it quickly out of the way, she saw several thin
tentacles rising out of the ground from a small hole, a thin blue
semi-transparent slime covering their black skin.  Angrily,
Yanari kicked, and most of them relinquished their grasp of her.

Then, all around her, holes appeared in the hard-packed dirt of
the roadway, and swarms of tentacles rushed toward her.  Kicking
away the remaining tentacles which had originally ensnared her,
Yanari quickly rose to her feet to flee.

Yet the new tentacles latched onto her legs and hauled her to the
ground once more, but at least she was able to brace her fall
this time.  However, that was also her undoing, as dozens of
tentacles rushed at her wrists while others rushed for her
ankles.

Now panic took over, and she recognized her own voice: a scream
which seemed soft and distant as the pounding of her heart echoed
loudly in her head, due both to adrenaline and the pain of her
first fall.  With her hands, she tried to grab at the tentacles
to push or throw them aside, but the bluish slime which covered
them was too slippery, making her hands quite useless.

Crawling away was the next option.  Yet the tentacles, despite
the thin coating of slime, kept a firm grasp upon her, allowing
her to move no more than a few centimeters in any direction as
more and more tentacles rose from newly-formed holes in the
ground to rush at her.

Now it was simply a matter of struggling as fiercely as possible,
hoping to somehow break free, or perhaps tire out the tentacles
so that their grasp loosened and she could escape.  Somewhere
deep in her mind, almost subconsciously, she realized that she
was now just like the helpless, young women in the bondage films
her brother directed, struggling fiercely for the enjoyment of
unseen others watching the films in the privacy of their own
dwellings.  Yanari's subconscious mind even pictured a typical
guy standing over her, a lecherous look in his eyes, laughing
loudly at her predicament as he thoroughly enjoyed her vicious
struggle against the swarms of tentacles.

Eventually, Yanari began to tire, both from her fierce struggles
and from being awake for such a long time.  It took all her
mental strength to continue her physical struggle, yet she could
subconsciously hear the man's Ylaughter growing even louder,
cheering for the tentacles between jovial guffaws.

Now the tentacles were wrapped around almost her entire body,
squeezing tightly.  Yanari now had a new concern:  These
tentacles apparently meant to crush her to death!!!  That renewed
her struggles again, even though breathing was not nearly as easy
now.  Somehow, she reasoned that as long as she was alive, she
would not be devoured by whatever animal or animals "owned" these
tentacles, and that reasoning was enough to boost her will, at
least temporarily.

Her body covered with the bluish-colored slime, some of it
trickled into her mouth.  It tasted somewhat sweet, and her
stomach growled at her throat to swallow it.  Instinctively, she
did, finding that she liked the taste. Yet when she opened her
mouth to scream again, one of the tentacles launched itself into
her mouth, easily muffling her screams as it expanded to fill the
oral cavity.

As if on cue, the other tentacles dove into her clothing and
footwear and began shredding her garments.  Now the fear of rape
gripped her mind, and her body instinctively renewed its vicious
struggles.  Rape was indeed the appropriate word for her mouth,
which was being furiously violated by the now-thick tentacle
which was slowly working it way toward her throat with each
thrust.  Biting down on the oral invader did no good, as it
simply caused more slime to fill her mouth, and she was forced to
swallow it in order to have a chance of breathing through her
nose.

Now almost completely naked, Yanari felt her legs being pulled
painfully wide.  Several tentacles penetrated her simultaneously,
invading her womanhood and similarly expanding in size to fill
the confining space.  Her body bucked fiercely to try to dislodge
them, but other tentacles around her ankles and wrists and torso
held firm.  As if to punish her for fighting her current
predicament, a particularly thick tentacle smacked her HARD
across the chest, knocking the air out of her and temporarily
silencing her.

The tentacle raping her mouth chose that very moment to spew what
seemed like bucketsful of the sweet-tasting slime into her mouth,
and her throat quickly began swallowing instinctively to clear
the passageway for the requisite breathing.  With her throat
working fiercely to remove all the slime from her mouth, air from
her nose could not reach her lungs, causing a burning sensation
in her chest.  Once her mind realized she was asphyxiating, her
body began to struggle anew, only to be punished again with
another HARD impact across her chest.  The tentacles between her
legs were now moving rapidly in counter-strokes to each other,
keeping her womanhood filled at all times as her natural
lubrication mixed with the tentacles' apparently-natural slime to
ease the perpetual invasion of her most secret area.

Yet just when Yanari was certain she was doing to die of
suffocation, the tentacle in her mouth withdrew rapidly.  Once
her throat had cleared the last of the slime from her mouth, she
gasped loudly, inhaling as much air as possible as quickly as
possible despite the constriction of other tentacles around her
ribcage.  For the first time in what seemed like hours, the young
woman dared to open her eyes, only to clamp them shut again at
the sight of the thick mass of writing tentacles hovering above
her, like horny men in one of her brother's films lined up to
have their way with a captive woman.

At least in films, the woman is a WILLING captive, she thought
sadly, her mind finally conceding that she would likely die here,
raped by tentacles until her body was to exhausted to continue
the struggle, at which time animals would emerge to eat her.

Yet despite her slowly-weakening struggles, Yanari cursed her
body for betraying her.  Despite this most unusual rape, there
was a glimmer of erotic pleasure in such an inhuman use of her
body.  Perhaps because she was never really a sexual being, the
young adventurer's subconscious mind was finding a perverse
pleasure in being reduced to a living sex doll... for something
which was obviously NOT Human or even Humanoid.  In addition to
the heat naturally generated by her long, fierce struggling, a
new, almost-foreign heat was growing from her core and spreading
throughout her body.  No longer did she scream in terror; she now
moaned in part-terror, part-pleasure... and the part-pleasure
aspect of her moaning was slowly gaining prominence.

Feeling a tentacle enter her where things should only exit,
Yanari's moans quickly turned once more into screams - this time,
screams of terror and pain.  Almost immediately, her mouth was
filled again as now several tentacles battered her chest
repeatedly and rapidly as if her breasts were part of a drum set.


The triple-penetration was long, relentless, pitiless,
unforgiving, and fierce.  For what seemed like hours, Yanari was
nothing but a sex object. Her conscious mind shut down - if her
eyes ever opened, it did not register with her consciously - and
her subconscious mind took control, allowing her to find just a
little pleasure in such a degrading experience.  Her stomach
eagerly accepted all the sweet-tasting slime which was forced
into her mouth and instinctively swallowed.  The other tentacles
penetrating her would often unleash even more slime into her,
then withdraw and be replaced by more tentacles which would
continue the merciless onslaught.  Even those tentacles simply
writing in the air above her would often spray her with more of
the bluish-colored slime, coating her entire body as well as the
hard ground all around her.  Unable to flee or find a way to make
the experience end, Yanari simply lay there, "eating" her fill -
and then some - of the slime with her body convulsing as one
orgasm after another ripped through her with the force of several
thousand simultaneous tidal waves, each one zapping more of her
strength and consciousness from her...



Yanari slowly rose from the stream, thinking about the experience
she had endured earlier.  The star of this planet was high in the
sky now, and her stomach was growling fiercely.  Her skin was
nicely shriveled from where she had been kneeling in the water,
reminding her of a raisin.

...and that thought caused her stomach to growl with even more
ferocity.

Considering her options, the young adventurer returned to the
shore.  The roadway continued on, straight as a laser's path,
with no deviation in sight.  The roadway had to lead somewhere,
she noted, so she should continue trekking on to get there
faster.  But her stomach protested, demanding sustenance
immediately before continuing on.

Thinking of the bluish-colored slime, she remembered its sweet
taste. While initially filling, it left her stomach feeling
lacking, but at least it had sustained her for a while during
her... experience.  If she could somehow locate these tentacles
and safely scrape the slime from them, that could provide the
"food" she needed, at least for the short term.

As if on cue, several small holes suddenly appeared in the
roadway near her, with thin black tentacles covered with
semi-transparent bluish-colored slime emerging and slowly moving
toward her.  Fear instantly gripped Yanari's mind, and she
instinctively tried to cover her nakedness with her hands.

Then came a sudden realization: She had thought of the
slime-food, and here it was, being presented to her.

Yanari's subconscious mind and her stomach joined together to
overrule her conscious mind.  She seemed to have lost control of
her own body as it sank to the hard-packed dirt of the roadway. 
Kneeling, she watched as dozens of tentacles moved swiftly toward
her, climbing up her body with practiced ease and writhing
sensuously before her face.  Her conscious mind was horrified as
her hands greedily grabbed two tentacles and shoved them into her
mouth, pumping them rapidly as they spewed seemingly bucketsful
of the slime-food into her mouth.  Her throat had a difficult
time swallowing fast enough, and eventually some of the slime
trickled out of her mouth, off her chin, down her chest and
stomach, along her legs, and finally to the ground.  In short
order, the ferocious growling of her stomach ceased, but it took
a long time and several dozen tentacles to satiate her intense
hunger.

At last, the tentacles all slithered backward toward their holes,
then returned to the ground.  The holes seemed to seal
themselves, leaving the young woman all alone, naked and once
again covered with the bluish-colored slime.  Feeling somewhat
re-energized now that she had "eaten," she returned to the
stream, washed herself and drank once more, and continued her
trek toward whatever awaited her, knowing that she had at least
found a "safe" and hopefully "reliable" source of "food" on this
strange planet.

And, perhaps - just perhaps - she had also just made some new
friends, friends who would help to ensure her survival.  After
all, survival is easier when one is with friends.

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            Wolf Feather
       FEATHER7@IX.NETCOM.COM
===================================== What isn't remembered never
happened
          - _Serial Experiments Lain_
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