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 Author: Hoop
Title: Cryptozoology
Part: 1
Summary: Rachel has an unfortunate encounter with an amorous tentacle
monster.
Keywords: xeno, tentacles, rape, nc

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   Rachel didn't know why her university had a "cryptozoology" department.
She didn't even really know what it was, or what went on behind the
building's frosted glass windows.  She was quite excited to be transferred
there for her second-term project, but her unfamiliarity with the place had
her feeling very lost as she wandered through corridors that seemed far too
empty, trying to find the office she had been supposed to meet her
supervisor in ten minutes previously.



   "Hello?" Rachel poked her head through an open doorway into another
room. "Anyone around?  No?  Jeez," she muttered to herself, "what's the
point in such a big building if nobody actually works here?" She set off to
continue her walk down the corridor, and then she jumped at a quiet
rustling sound coming from behind the door opposite.  Glad to have finally
found someone else, she knocked on the door, in the hope that whoever it
was would be able to at least point her in the right direction.



   "Hey!  Anyone in there?"



   There was no response.  She pushed the door open cautiously.  What kind
of person would just ignore a visitor like that?



   Rachel felt something crunch beneath her foot, and peered down to see
the jagged edges of broken glass glinting in the light admitted through the
doorway.  She flicked the room's lights on, in order to get a better look
inside.



   The glass was strewn across half of the floor, apparently the remains of
some sort of large terrarium that had stood upon a wooden cabinet.  It had
been reduced to an empty metal frame, with jagged glass shards still
clinging to its edges.  There was a mess of sand and wood chippings in the
ruined enclosure's base, along with a half-eaten piece of melon, and an
overturned metal dish.



   Another rustle came from the room's corner, the source of the sound
obscured by the corner of a desk.  Rachel took a few steps in order to get
a better look, and saw that there was a pile of paper against the wall,
which appeared to be twitching and quivering.  It shifted once more, and a
couple of magazines slid down from on top of it to reveal a patch of
something smooth and white.



   She wasn't at her most relaxed, wandering around an unfamiliar, deserted
building.  But it was obvious something had gone wrong here.  The thing in
the corner, presumably a creature of some kind, might be hurt.  She felt
obliged to check.  Rachel picked up a ruler from the desk and went over to
the pile.  She smoothed her skirt against her thighs as she squatted down,
and prodded it very carefully.



   Rachel shrieked as the papers exploded outwards, and something within
them made a high-pitched squealing noise.  She couldn't see anything at all
through the flurry of paper.  She stumbled backwards one step, and then
felt something soft and warm slam into her face.  She raised her hands
instinctively, feeling something round and smooth that was apparently
trying to attach itself to her head.  She tried to scream, and the noise
came out as a muffled cry, as whatever it was hugged closer to her face. 
She felt writhing appendages wrapping themselves around the back of her
head.



   She staggered backwards blindly, catching her shoulder on the doorframe
and tumbling out onto the floor of the corridor.  She tried to cry out once
more, and this time she felt something slip between her lips as she opened
her mouth: some sort of thin, flexible limb like a many-jointed finger. 
She sank her fingers into the ball of whatever-it-was attached to the front
of her head, and tugged desperately.  She felt it quivering, and it let out
another squealing noise.  The thing in her mouth twitched once, and a gout
of thick liquid surged against the back of her throat.  She was choking for
air, and realised too late that some of it had made its way down her throat
while she struggled and retched.



   The pressure on her face abated.  The mass fell away from her, and she
took in a huge lungful of air, spluttering as she spat out the remnants of
whatever it had disgorged into her throat.  Her tongue was tingling, and
her stomach was already starting to feel very strange.  She got her first
look at the thing that had assailed her, which was lying on the floor at
her feet.



   The creature's body seemed to lack any defined shape.  It was a lump of
flesh the size of a small rucksack, its skin milky white with blue stripes
that swirled over its body, seemingly at random.  Six tentacles radiated
from the central mass, each as long as Rachel's arm, and almost as thick,
tapering to a blunt tip.  The flesh of the body parted in a slit a couple
of inches wide, revealing a single eye with a green iris.



   The creature blinked at Rachel, and let out a soft trill.  One of its
tentacles wavered in mid-air, its tip slightly fatter than the others, and
moist with some kind of mucous secretion.



   She turned to run, managing to take a single stride before she felt a
tentacle tightening around her ankle.  She sprawled face-first onto the
floor, letting out a frantic scream as the appendage slithered up her calf
and crept around her thigh.  Her skirt rode up around her hips as she slid
against the floor, pulled back by the flexible limb coiling around her leg.
She strained her neck to get a look at the creature behind her, trying to
kick out.  Her muscles felt sluggish, and the numbness on her tongue seemed
to suggest that whatever she'd ingested was having a serious effect on her
body.  Her nails scraped against the floor as she tried to find something
to grab on to.  Nothing useful presented itself.



   The tentacle had made its way further up her inside leg, and was
presently joined by another, both of them slithering over her thighs and
grasping her legs in a constricting grip.  The soft feeling of the
tentacles was sickening - they were completely dry, with only a trace of
moisture at their tips, and yet they slid over her skin with no resistance
at all, their surfaces supple like glove leather.  She felt the tips of
them probing her skin, gentle prods placed at regular intervals as the
tentacles felt their way around her body.



   Her legs were completely immovable now - either due to the effects of
the creature's toxin, or its crushing grip, she couldn't tell which.  She
beat her fists against the floor, letting out desperate cries that echoed
down the empty corridor to be heard by nobody.  One of her legs was hoisted
up as the creature rearranged her, and she was flipped over, coming to lie
on her back.  The creature was much closer now, sitting on the floor
between her thighs and making quiet warbling sounds.  It blinked its
single, limpid eye at her.



   "Let me go!" she screamed.  She pushed herself off the floor with one
arm and swung her fist at the creature.  Her arm jolted as it was
intercepted mid-air, and Rachel whimpered as she turned to see another
tendril wrapped around her wrist.  It coiled about her snake-like, drawing
her closer to the creature's central body while its tip explored the length
of her own limb, creeping up the sleeve of her blouse.  A few inches later
it was nuzzling the top of her breast, slipping sideways in order to creep
down between them.  A fourth tentacle was holding her other arm before she
even had a chance to think about moving it.



   She was totally helpless now.  Each arm and leg was grappled by a limb
that felt many times stronger than her own.  It forced her back down to the
ground, and she remembered it still had two tentacles free as she felt
another pair of tips sliding up her blouse to stroke against her abdomen.
They insinuated their way up her torso, joining the pair that were pinning
her arms, which had now coiled around her breasts and were beginning to
squeeze her quite uncomfortably.  Her screams and struggles were starting
to exhaust her.  She let out another weak cry for help, and one of the
tentacles removed itself from her chest and plunged into her mouth.  She
gagged and retched as the limb forced its way down into her.  Her jaws were
forced open wide as she felt its tip nudging the very back of her throat.
She bit down as hard as she could, and then made a muffled scream as every
tentacle suddenly jerked tight around her.  They felt strong enough to
crush her.  After that she held her jaw open, making uncomfortable sounds
from her throat as she tried to suppress her gag reflex.  The tentacle in
her mouth twisted from side to side, slipping against her tongue.



   It was all she could do to let out a stifled groan as the tentacles
around her thighs probed at her underwear.  With surprising finesse, each
tip slipped beneath the waistband of her panties and hooked around, pulling
them down and exposing her completely.  One of the appendages shuddered as
it slipped between her thighs.  Apparently the creature found the panties
around Rachel's knees to be too restricting, and there was the sound of
tearing fabric as it ripped the garment apart as easily as paper.  With her
legs freed, the creature was able to spread them wide apart.  Rachel's
thighs twinged with the strain.  She scrunched her eyes shut as she felt
one of the tentacles' blunt tips prodding against her labia.



   It moved up and down, making tight circling motions as if considering
what to do next.  It deviated downwards, and Rachel tensed her ass hole
reflexively as the soft tip brushed across it.  Something about the
quivering of her muscles seemed to excite it.  It coiled around and pressed
hard against her anus, wriggling energetically.  Its companion tentacle
found her pussy and took up the same motions as the other had, wandering up
and down, and tickling against her as it moved.  Rachel's body was shaking
as her muscles strained, but there was nothing she could do as the
tentacles began their slow intrusions into her.



   She felt something moist and sticky as some kind of secretion oozed from
the tentacle tips.  As the foremost slithered up inside her pussy, she was
horrified to realise that part of the wetness was her own.  Something about
its touch had tricked her genitals into a state of readiness, although that
could not have been more different from her conscious thoughts.  Despite
the horror of the ordeal, Rachel couldn't help but experience a twinge of
pleasure as the tentacle bulged out inside her, filling her up and assuming
a gentle, steady motion as it slid back and forth.  The appendage was
supple enough to double back on itself, and she felt its silky skin rubbing
against the hard nub of tissue at the apex of her cunt, which had presented
itself despite all her efforts to ignore the tingling feelings that the
creature was manifesting inside her body.



   Rachel gasped, struggling for air around the obstruction in her mouth as
the tentacle worked at her nethers.  She could hear the liquid sounds as it
moved within her, liberally moistened by its own secretions as well as
hers. The next intrusion was considerably less pleasant, and she wrung her
head from side to side, her hands balled up into tight fists as the second
tentacle bored its way into her ass hole.  It joined its companion tendril
in assuming a steady, in-and-out motion, and she felt more of the mucous
secretion squelching between her buttocks as the tentacle lubricated its
path into her.  It seemed to burrow in deeper with each thrust, her ass
hole forced wider as the squirming shape filled her body.  She could almost
feel it in her guts.



   The one in her pussy was becoming more energetic, its motions quicker
and firmer.  Rachel found herself groaning as the tendril coiled around
relentlessly, rippling against the walls of her cunt and bringing forth
bursts of intense pleasure that felt like her body was betraying her.  It
withdrew entirely to dance its wet tip across her clitoris, and the
stimulation had her thighs tensing and shuddering as the appendage returned
within her.  As the creature lavished its attentions upon her, Rachel felt
the unmistakeable sensation of an orgasm starting to build.



   The tendril in her mouth began to shift and writhe in concert with the
others, sliding across her tongue and tensing against the roof of her
mouth. All the creature's movements were becoming more energetic; the pair
around her breasts coiled tightly and squeezed them in turn, fluttering
their tips over her nipples with tickling touches.  The remaining tentacle
wandered freely over her body, stroking over her thighs, then her belly, at
one point even making its way up to her face to rub against her cheek.  The
small pleasures of its caresses were all but eclipsed by the power and
fervour of the tendril plying her genitals.  She was almost aching from the
intensity of it.  The pain from her ass hole had abated a little - perhaps
she had become used to the fat tentacle lodged in her anus, slithering in
and out, slick with mucus.



   The tentacles began to move in time with each other, the two between her
legs alternating their thrusts so that one of her holes was always filled.
The sixth tentacle took up a permanent position over her clitoris,
massaging it with a touch that felt electric on Rachel's skin.  Her breasts
were squeezed tight before they were released, and that pair of tentacles
switched to focussing all their efforts on her nipples, rubbing in opposite
directions over the hard nubs of flesh.  The appendage in her mouth
withdrew, allowing her to take in a gasping breath which came out quite
involuntarily in a long, shuddering cry.



   As both the lower tentacles surged into her at once, Rachel's body was
finally pushed over the edge into a climax that had her clenching her teeth
as she let out a desperate moan.  Defeat and horror mingled with hated
ecstasy as the creature wrung the orgasm from her shuddering body.  The
tentacles held her firmly in place as she bucked and writhed within their
grip, powerless against her own body's release.  Rachel felt twin surges of
warm fluid as the tentacles inside her disgorged liquid payloads.  The
tentacle which had occupied her mouth twitched before sneezing out a long
stream of thick, orange slime which coated her chest and draped itself in
viscous strands across her face.  She drooped backwards onto the floor,
gasping for breath, her head swimming from the magnitude of what she had
just experienced.



   Her straining ass hole was finally relieved as the tentacle slithered
out from it, retracting across the floor to wind around itself in front of
the creature's fat body.  One by one, it removed the rest of its
appendages, leaving the one in her pussy until the very last.  It withdrew
it with a wet squelch, and Rachel felt something warm and thick oozing out
from her.  With some difficulty, she propped herself up to look drowsily at
the messy aftermath.  She saw the creature before her, the tips of its
sinuous arms glistening with orange slime, more of which was splashed
against the insides of her thighs and across the floor between her legs. 
Some streaks of it had a grainy texture, as if there were little particles
suspended within the goop.



   The creature made the same, soft warbling noise as before, although it
sounded lower in pitch now.  Its movements were slower as it slithered away
across the floor.  Rachel knew that the creature could overpower her
easily, and there was nothing she could do, nothing she would have done
anyway, as the blue-white shape slipped through the doorway and back into
its room.  Rachel lay in a daze as she listened to the tinkling sounds of
the creature carefully picking its way across the glass, and then rustling
noises as it presumably set about rebuilding its nest of paper.



   A few more minutes passed, and she felt strong enough to stand.  She
steadied herself against the wall as she rose on wobbling legs.  She picked
up the tattered remains of her panties, and saw that it would be pointless
to try and wear what was left of them.  She wiped the worst of the slime
from her face, and, for the first time, let out a quiet sob.  The only
thought in her mind was that she needed to take a shower.  She needed to be
clean.