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   Monocle
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   In Quinn by Monocle - Other/F nc sf bond preg?
   Quinn finds herself in a tentacular mutant nightmare.
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   In Quinn By Monocle
   Quinn ran across the warm, smooth floor of the unfamiliar cavern as fast
as her bare feet could take her.  She did not need to look to know she was
losing ground to the loping creature pursuing her.  The slithering and
grunting noises were clear enough.
   She couldn't remember how she'd come to this place.  All she could
recall for the moment was awakening to the scent of a strange incense in
the dim light of a small room to find herself naked and alone, with a
portal near her irising open to admit...  something.  Upon seeing the first
odd shaped limb and pallid, questing tentacle, she hadn't waited, but
rather bolted from the room into a dark hallway, and then into this
chamber, the thing immediately giving pursuit.
   A limb whipped toward her, grabbing at her ankle.  Quinn shrieked and
stumbled, but regained her balance and ran faster, panting.  The far end of
the chamber had several shadowy openings, and one lighter than the rest. 
Perhaps that one led out of wherever this was...  But then she was tumbling
across the floor.  Another tentacle had gotten better purchase on her
ankle, and sent her sprawling.  As she tried to regain her feet, Warm,
smooth coils wrapped around first one leg, then the other, dragging her
down.  The sensation and sound of flesh slithering against flesh drove her
to panicked kicking and struggling.  Her nails raked at the strong tendrils
until two more snared her arms and pulled them out away from her body, as
she fell backward once again.
   She heaved upward when the limbs wrapped around her legs began pulling,
spreading them apart.  Quinn screamed in terror then, finally seeing what
had been chasing - and had now caught - her.  It may have once been human;
it had vaguely human form anyway, but it was at least seven feet tall.  Its
skin was a sickly orange with odd bumps and discolorations, and pale yellow
tentacles of various sizes emerged from slitted openings on its forearms,
torso, and legs.  These were what had tripped her up, and now restrained
her, but they were not the true horror.  The hairless creature was also
naked, and its cock jutted from its misshapen body.  The monstrous thing
was hard, extending in two segments from between distorted, muscular legs.
Four tendrils ending fleshy diamond-shaped pads emerged from the base of
the shaft near the oversize scrotum, and they were already extending toward
her.
   Quinn screamed and fought, but the strong limbs pulled her legs ever
wider apart.  They took her full weight and lifted her from the floor,
drawing her toward the main body.  She forced herself to quiet down, and
tried to talk, but only succeeded in babbling and pleading.  The creature
either didn't hear her or wasn't listening.  Its hungry, red flecked eyes
roamed her struggling form, then focused on the junction of her pried-open
legs.  A bead of luminescent green fluid appeared at the tip of the mutant
cock, and Quinn shuddered and moaned in fear.  The bead thickened and
dripped, thick like honey, leaving a glowing splatter on the floor.  It was
followed by another, and another, becoming a slow stream of viscous fluid.
   The creature positioned Quinn so that her legs spread to either side of
its massive body, and her defenseless pussy was perfectly lined up with its
oozing cock.  It drew her closer, and she stiffened in terror, pulling away
futilely, her voice finally paralyzed.  The cock's tendrils reached out,
touching her shaking body, making her jump and squeak.  The four pads
roamed her inner thighs and mound, rubbing up and down her slit as she
jerked and strained.
   Finally the lower two tendrils reached between her thighs.  Their pads
slid between her labia, pressing and spreading them apart.  The top two
tendrils slid up over her thighs, wrapping around, and pulling at her -
making to pull her body toward the cock.  They were not strong enough to do
so alone, but the large tentacles holding her were, and Quinn found her
voice again as the bumpy, flared head nuzzled into her obscenely opened
pussy.
   There was no pause for breath, no hesitation as the creature pulled her
to it.  Her cries rose in pitch as the hard shaft forced her lower lips to
flower open around it.  The thick fluid drooling from its opening provided
enough lubrication to allow slow, steady progress, until the head pushed
fully inside her.  The feeling of her outer lips closing around the knob of
the shaft filled Quinn with revulsion and helplessness.
   Not stopping, the bulge pressed deeper into her as the creature pulled
her, slowly and steadily on to the veined shaft.  The invading flesh was
hot, and throbbed with an irregular, alien heartbeat.  It was also thick,
stretching the unprepared Quinn like no lover ever had.
   The sight and sensations of the horror entering her were too much. 
Quinn closed her eyes and let her head fall back, wailing as the shaft
bored deeper and deeper into her.  Finally it pushed up against the end of
her passage, forcing a grunt at the new, completely full sensation.  The
taut, bulging sac at the base of the cock pressed firmly against her
stuffed pussy.  The entire length of the phallus pulsed strongly within
her, and the almost hot fluid continued to leak slowly out.  Now, she was
keenly aware, the slit was pressed against the very entrance to her womb.
Quinn shuddered and sobbed in despair.
   Her ordeal was far from over.  The tendrils that had spread her pussy
lips now pulled away from her impaled opening.  One moved upward, to find
and circle around her clit.  The other stroked down and around, massaging
from her stretched labia to her perineum and back.  The pads at the tendril
tips rippled and carressed slowly, even sensuously, rubbing her most
sensitive areas, clearly trying to stimulate Quinn despite her terrified
state.  The other two tendrils snaked around her hips, helping to hold the
shaft firmly embedded, and more.  The pads at their ends followed the inner
contours of her buttocks, slithering down and settling on either side of
her anus.  There they pressed outward, gently but firmly spreading her
cheeks apart and exposing her rosebud to...  what?
   New dread flooded her as she felt a wet, questing touch at her rear
entrance.  Quinn jerked and contorted as she tried to escape it.  Sounds
between sobs and groans were all that could escape her lips as the new,
slimy probe prodded her back door.  Her struggles were useless, however. 
The flexible, squirming tip, narrower than her pinky, popped wetly past her
clenching sphincter.  A desperate wail escaped her as the narrow, textured
shaft pushed into her in small thrusts.  Her body tensed one last time as
she bore down, trying hopelessly to expel her invaders, then she sagged in
defeat.  Her efforts foiled at every turn, the shock overwhelming her,
Quinn lapsed into a semiconscious state.
   ...
   The fog cleared slowly, and Quinn became aware of being _full_.  And of
pleasure.  Half dream-images of tender lovers swam through her mind,
beautiful men pleasuring her, mounting her in a haze of love and lust.  Her
body undulated to erotic stimulation the likes of which she'd never
experienced before...  until she opened her eyes, and the terrible reality
crashed on her once more.  The semi-human monster still held her in its
grip, impaled on its pulsing shaft, with another twitching tube buried in
her ass, and tendrils rubbing and teasing all her secret and most sensitive
spots; at least two of them flicking and swirling over her clit.  The hard
shaft was still fully and firmly inserted into her stretched pussy, filling
her completely.  The glowing seminal fluid still oozed deep inside her,
seeping out around the impaling shaft, dripping down off her.
   Quinn shuddered and moaned.  Even as she became fully aware again of
where she was, her body continued responding to the ceaseless stimulation.
To her surprise and mounting horror, she couldn't make it stop.  Even now
her hips moved up and down slightly of their own accord, matching the
caresses of the flat-ended tendrils.  The cock inside her swelled and
pulsed against her inner walls, and, to her dismay, her own muscles
squeezed back in return.  She had never been in control of the situation,
but now she had lost control even of her own body, and with a telltale
tingle in her tummy, and an icy chill in her mind, she realized she was
actually nearing climax.
   With frantic energy, she arched and squealed, pulled and kicked,
desperately trying to get away as the sensation of heat grew inside her. 
The tentacles holding her arms and legs let her flail, but never
relinquished their grip.  She struggled more frantically, trying to drive
away the relentlessly growing burn of pleasure.  But she could not escape.
With an anguished cry, Quinn's orgasm crashed over her.  She convulsed as
her pussy clamped down, rhythmically squeezing the invading mutant cock. 
Her body spasmed and shook, the tendrils now almost vibrating against her
throbbing clit, driving her higher and harder than she'd ever come in her
life.
   After seemingly forever, her body finally exhausted itself, and she hung
limply in the alien grip of the tentacles, aftershocks of pleasure racing
along her nerves.  The caresses of the smaller tendrils slowed, but did not
stop, prolonging the echoes of her climax.  The pulses of the cock, still
buried in her, felt stronger now, each throb stretching her stuffed passage
before relaxing.  The whole creature was trembling, breathing deep rasping
breaths.  Then she felt it, and her eyes shot open, staring into the warped
face of the monster.  The creature was coming.  The tip of its shaft,
pressed hard against Quinn's cervix, ejaculated its stream through that
tiny opening, straight into her womb.  It _gushed_; she could feel its
liquid surge inside her.  She was too weak, too lost, to do anything more
than whimper as a second eruption poured into her body, filling her,
inseminating her.
   The tendrils accelerated again, tormenting her clit.  The third spewing
ejaculation from the cock was accompanied by new gurgling inside her as the
tendril in her rear let loose a stream of its own.  Overwhelmed with horror
and stimulation, Quinn was engulfed by orgasm a second time.  This time it
did not stop until she had lost consciousness completely.
   ***
   Quinn woke to the hotel's clock radio.  She looked groggily at the time,
then bolted up in bed.  She was late!  She'd slept through half an hour of
her alarm.  She threw herself out of bed, toward the bathroom, not noticing
the almost-dry, faintly glowing spot on the bed sheet under where she'd
been lying.  She dismissed many things as she hurriedly got herself
together: the tenderness and moistness of her privates she put down to the
increased sensitivity she usually had between her periods; the slight
queasiness and butterflies in her stomach were nerves for the business
presentation she had to make in the afternoon.  The shower washed most of
the discomfort away, and she put the dreamless night and frantic morning
behind her as she dressed and groomed carefully but hurriedly and headed to
the lobby to meet her waiting colleagues for the meeting.  She looked
herself up and down in the elevator mirror, reasonably satisfied.  Her
belly rumbled, and she rubbed it wondering if there was a bite she could
grab between here and the meeting.  Quinn's brows knotted in her reflection
her abdomen felt tender, and maybe a little distended.  A cold shudder went
through her, the faintest echo of a nightmare screaming in the back of her
mind.  Then the elevator chimed and the door opened.  Quinn shook herself,
turned and walked out.
The meeting went well.  The whole trip went well.  In fact everything
was great for about three weeks.  Then Quinn realized her period was almost
a week late.  It was never late...
   ------ In Quinn, by Monocle 
  
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