Challenge

"What are you..." She asked softly, only faintly aware that something was wrong, but the little plant looked just too beautiful for her to take her eyes off it. May found herself leaning closer, until the tip of the black rope prodded her lips, making them go numb.

Before she realized it, she descended her head on the thing and took it in her mouth, caressing it softly with her tongue while it played around inside of her, making her giggle and suck softly. Suddenly, a thin fluid was being poured into her mouth from the thing, and she swallowed without a second thought after tasting how wonderfully sweet it was. The stuff was so good, but it stopped coming out of the plant as suddenly as it started.

Panic started to fill her, and she sucked desperately on the length of it, trying to get more, but it whipped out of her mouth and slithered away. May followed it, so addicted to whatever had been poured into her that nothing else mattered to her. She followed as fast as she could until she reached what looked like the entrance of a massive cave. New fears of danger started to emerge inside of her again. Ever since a little girl, May had known that dark caves could hold anything, since she could not see within, but she was sure the black rope had gone in there, and the need, the desire, for the taste of its fluid was all she cared about. Now, after seeing no less than twenty-three winters, she was less wise than a little girl.

Deciding she would rather die than not get at least another drop, she ran into the cave, disregarding all thoughts of caution. As the darkness closed around her, she felt something else stir within her. Her body started to become hot with a desire different than hunger. She needed to make love, and was sure she could use the tendril for that too, not even thinking of her lover waiting back at their home. May's legs were dripping with wanton need, and she moaned aloud with anticipation as she ran.

Her foot caught something again, but before she fell, she felt something slimy snatch her wrists and other ankle, and started spread her arms and legs in all directions. Something shifted ahead of her, like thousands of shuffling feet on the stone floor. She tried to make out what it was in her reverie, but couldn't think of anything before something shot down her throat, stretching her jaw and lips forcibly with it's girth. She screamed, but her voice was muffled behind the gag in her mouth that wouldn't let her breath until the last second, when her nostrils were filled with something that smelled like fresh roses. Without thinking, May started to suck on the length shooting down her throat, hopeful that this one was like the one that she'd taken in her mouth before. Sure enough, a thicker, but still just a sweet version of what she'd eaten before went down her throat in pints, almost making her choke with how full she was getting.

She barely noticed as her simple dress was being torn apart while she sucked hungrily on the tentacle inside her. Soon, she was bare, and that's only when she noticed the faint breeze on her groin, arousing her and inciting a moan just before another tentacle shoved itself into her waiting entrance, thrusting into and out of her with more vigor than her lover had ever achieved, making her reach a climax in seconds, moaning softly against the length inside her.

What surprised her was when another of these things started to prod at her last hole, but it would never fit. Definitely not one with the girth of her own wrist, but she was too aroused not to see what would happen. The very idea of a cock buried in her rear was more exciting than she could imagine.

May let out a muffled wail as the tentacle buried itself inside her buttocks, practically commanding her cheeks and opening to become wider to make way for more as it shoved deeper and deeper. Her breathing came in harsh gasps, each time taking in air only from the fume that went into her nose.

Thoughts of fleeing started to fill her head out of nowhere, and she wondered what she was doing here without having thought of it for a moment in the past hour. Gods! It's been an hour at this, she thought with a panic, and tried telling her body to struggle, but it only seemed to want more, gyrating her hips wildly and sucking madly while she begged the thing to let her go. Then, it's seed started to fill her groin.

Her eyes bulged, horrified at the concept of bearing a monstrous child from this thing, but the seed only seemed to keep coming into her without halt, spilling its contents out from around the tendril shoving deep inside her. She felt unending pleasure, but wanting nothing more than for it to end, only to start begging for more of it seconds later. What was wrong with her? The constant climaxing never seemed to end, either, only becoming more intense.

Another trio of the things replaced the first each time one finished with her, and each time she screamed either for it to let her go or for it not to stop, unable to struggle as her body welcomed the penetration each time. The torture was intense, as she would want it without stop one moment, and be sobbing for the treatment to stop seconds later. It was only after this happened at least a few dozen times that she realized there was a pattern. Slowly, the treatment was becoming more pleasurable than painful, and she couldn't understand why, but welcomed the change by sucking madly on the length buried down her throat and trying to grip the one in her groin with the walls of her womb thankfully.

She felt a pair of tentacles latch themselves on her breasts, and she wondered excitedly what this was supposed to do until they started to suck on them, making her moan again and climax again with delight at the feeling. Her breasts were squeezed together and another tendril shot between them, taking advantage of her aroused state to do a little experimenting, and she loved it for no reason she could explain.

Her name and life was long forgotten by the time she felt it finally end, and she was being placed back-first and upright into what felt like a tightly-closed body of water. She started to fear again that she would drown when a tentacle from above expanded and fit across her nose and mouth, letting her breath the same thick, sweet fume deeply and fully. It seemed like time went in fast forward, with other women finding their way into the cave before her very eyes, only to be lulled as she was into being seeded and placed into one of these pods. Her belly and breasts changed rapidly, as did the rest of her body while she slowly matured in pregnancy. She could feel her natural curves becoming more announced, and her imperfections were almost completely gone, leaving her beautiful, even though she would never really be able to show anyone.

Months passed like gentle moments, and soon she felt her body shiver with delight as the first signs of birth began. She screamed inside the tentacle on her face as her body was stretched beyond belief. Instinctively, she pushed to expel what felt like a massive baby out of her body. When it was all done, the small child was pushed from her body and out of the pod, only to be taken seconds later and placed into another one near her.

Thoughts filled her mind, she'd forgotten her name, but she was suddenly hopeful that she could leave, and the pod opened to release her, panting, onto the ground. Her senses were heightened so that she could see her way out, and she actually made it all the way to the entrance before something grabbed her ankle, and a tendril was shoved into her buttocks again.

Hours later, she found herself, once again, trapped in the pod and waiting eagerly for the baby to arrive, moaning softly with each shiver it gave her. She watched from the inside as another woman was released from her own pod, but she made no movement toward the exit, but moved directly in front of the mass at the center, stretching her arms and offering herself. She was taken and impregnated just like May was. Beautiful, she thought, maybe I should do that...

She lost track of where she was with each passing moment and after dozens of times giving birth, only able to pay attention to what she would do next. Soon, even when freed, she was offering herself to the worm without any thoughts, ready and eager to serve it forever.

An eternity passed, but the blissful sensations never stopped. Until one day.

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Makes it almost seem like "another episode of this recent horny writer's stuff", but whatever.

Open for suggestions as to what to call the next one, might give me ideas.