DevoreMe
05-30-2010, 12:36 PM
Dr. Travers idly whistled, swinging his bunch of keys back and forth, as he descended the stairs to his basement complex underneath the college campus. “At last,” he thought to himself, “a break from lecturing! I can finally spend some real time studying these creatures... hopefully without the campus authorities finding out!” Fully intending to spend the whole of the college break locked away down here, analysing the behaviour and biology of a handful of life forms from the distant planet Apollo, Dr. Travers unlocked the door to his complex... and an unwelcome breeze hit his face. Frowning, he stepped in, to be greeted by the site of broken glass strewn across the floor, bars bent out & down, ripped from their moorings, and a buckled fire exit door hanging from one hinge...
“Well,” he pondered aloud, “this can’t be good...”
After waving goodbye to her friends, having refused join them beyond an hour’s crawl amongst the local bars the day before, Cathy had retired to her dorm alone, the sole inhabitant remaining as the first morning of the college break began. An absence of lectures gave her ample time to practice her field events, so why go home when all the facilities she needed were right here? She started in her usual way, with a warm up jog around the athletics field, enjoying the fresh morning air on the bare skin of her face, arms and legs; her mood was barely spoiled by the evidence of vandalism from the previous revelries. She would notify the college janitor after her routine was over; that broken glass could be dangerous, and she had no idea who would drag an iron bar out here, yet alone how they had twisted it into such a tangle.
Feeling alive and ready, Cathy lined up for some Long Jump practice, one of her favourite events; she breathed in, out, then began her run. Her muscles sang as she powered down the track, then at the last moment before the sandpit, launched herself into the air with her supple legs. Once airborne, she crouched into the position she had been trying to perfect to improve her landings, but knew that she hadn’t quite got it right. She landed on the sand hard, off-balance, and slipped backwards, hitting the ground with her petite ass, puffing out her breath in one great exhalation of frustration and disappointment.
Barely had she landed, however, when the sand rippled around her; before she could get past wondering what was causing it, a sandy-brown tentacle thrust out of the pit at her left side. It surged upwards, wavering, reaching a height of 5 feet before bending down towards her; she stared at it in utter shock, simply able to connect this nightmarish vision to reality. The eruption of another, identical tentacle by her right foot made her snap her head around, then look back and forth between them. Both were almost the same shade as the sand, composed of bands of muscular material coated with a translucent yellow slime, which dripped from the ends of each tentacle, where the puckered flesh was suddenly drawn together into a sucking, quivering ring. Acting quickly and terrified beyond reason, Cathy tried to lift herself up off the sand and out of her exposed position, but as she pressed her right hand down, it seemed to pass right through the surface of the sand into something warm and sticky...
Another tentacle was emerging right beside her and her hand had gone straight through its sphincter-like end; the disgusting thing had taken her up to the wrist and was slowly pulsing and sliding further up, claiming more of her right arm in a series of waves. Cathy screamed at last and desperately tried to free herself, jerking her arm up & down, back & forth, but her attempts to loosen the grip of the monster were futile. Worse than futile, she discovered, because she had neglected the other two tentacles, which had bent closer to her now and were rubbing their mouth-ends across her left arm and right leg. Stifling a nauseous swirl in her belly, she kicked out at one, but instead of knocking it away, she seemed to spur it into action: it made a loop of itself around her ankle, the thick appendage flexing as it curled around her. It was squeezing her tightly and the tentacle seemed to be pulling back, away from her; with the aid of the one that had now swallowed her right arm up to the elbow, she was pulled flat... and sand sprayed into the air as tentacle number four exploded from below!
The two tentacles yet to make contact with her moved closer, sinuously; she tried to time her movements to avoid them, but they were too large & flexible and her range of motion to limited. Within moments, her left arm was as deeply embedded as her right, while both her ankles were trapped. The squeezing pulsations of the limbs around her legs were also pulling her feet out of her trainers and the moment her feet were bare, those slimy things curled around on themselves and started to consume her feet from the toes up. It was a small mercy that they had to unwrap her ankles to do so, but either way, it left her trapped flat on her back, four tentacles slowly inching their way up her athletic arms and legs until she was absorbed to her shoulders and hips.
In the time it took for this happen, Cathy shouted and screamed for help a dozen times, but in her heart, she knew no-one was likely to hear her; the campus was nearly deserted during the break, only foolish little girls like her stayed behind. She wept a little, but then drew on her inner reserves, determined to think about her situation and affect her own rescue, if she could rely on no-one else. Taking account, she carefully collated all the data she had about her situation; on the immediate plus side, the tentacles didn’t actually seem to be hurting her, just making her very uncomfortable. If she wiggled her fingers or toes, or tried to pull her limbs out of their captivity, be it ever so slowly, the tentacles responded with more pulsing, stilling her with their uncomfortable pressure. It was clear they had the strength to rip her apart if they chose to, yet they seemed content to hold her where she was, rippling and gurgling.
The more she analysed it, the more Cathy came to think that it wasn’t all that unpleasant; in fact, it was almost like a particularly exotic spa treatment! The insides of the tentacles were decorated with both fine, filmy hairs and small firm nubs; the rippling that undulated up each one made the hairs tickle her fair skin lightly and the nubs were very effective masseurs, making her muscles give up all their tensions. There was also something at the base of each one; she could feel a hard, sticky ball pressing into the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet, but any attempt to grip it and find out more just made the tentacles squeeze her tighter until she stopped moving again. She thought that it must be whatever organ that produced the thin yellow slime that lubricated everything, but would that make it some kind of tongue? She shied away from that line of reasoning for now, but noted that she herself now had a coating of the gloop on her body; it had oozed out of the mouth-ends and dripped from the tentacles. Her vest and shorts were saturated with it and her face had a thin coating too; it was getting into her eyes, blurring her vision unless she blinked frequently. She looked down at herself and was amused at the sight she presented; she looked like a limbless torso discarded on the sandpit while worms nibbled at her stumps. Her sports kit was sticking to her small frame, so maybe it was best if she did rescue herself; she might as well be naked for all the good her clothes were doing of concealing her meagre curves!
“Well,” he pondered aloud, “this can’t be good...”
After waving goodbye to her friends, having refused join them beyond an hour’s crawl amongst the local bars the day before, Cathy had retired to her dorm alone, the sole inhabitant remaining as the first morning of the college break began. An absence of lectures gave her ample time to practice her field events, so why go home when all the facilities she needed were right here? She started in her usual way, with a warm up jog around the athletics field, enjoying the fresh morning air on the bare skin of her face, arms and legs; her mood was barely spoiled by the evidence of vandalism from the previous revelries. She would notify the college janitor after her routine was over; that broken glass could be dangerous, and she had no idea who would drag an iron bar out here, yet alone how they had twisted it into such a tangle.
Feeling alive and ready, Cathy lined up for some Long Jump practice, one of her favourite events; she breathed in, out, then began her run. Her muscles sang as she powered down the track, then at the last moment before the sandpit, launched herself into the air with her supple legs. Once airborne, she crouched into the position she had been trying to perfect to improve her landings, but knew that she hadn’t quite got it right. She landed on the sand hard, off-balance, and slipped backwards, hitting the ground with her petite ass, puffing out her breath in one great exhalation of frustration and disappointment.
Barely had she landed, however, when the sand rippled around her; before she could get past wondering what was causing it, a sandy-brown tentacle thrust out of the pit at her left side. It surged upwards, wavering, reaching a height of 5 feet before bending down towards her; she stared at it in utter shock, simply able to connect this nightmarish vision to reality. The eruption of another, identical tentacle by her right foot made her snap her head around, then look back and forth between them. Both were almost the same shade as the sand, composed of bands of muscular material coated with a translucent yellow slime, which dripped from the ends of each tentacle, where the puckered flesh was suddenly drawn together into a sucking, quivering ring. Acting quickly and terrified beyond reason, Cathy tried to lift herself up off the sand and out of her exposed position, but as she pressed her right hand down, it seemed to pass right through the surface of the sand into something warm and sticky...
Another tentacle was emerging right beside her and her hand had gone straight through its sphincter-like end; the disgusting thing had taken her up to the wrist and was slowly pulsing and sliding further up, claiming more of her right arm in a series of waves. Cathy screamed at last and desperately tried to free herself, jerking her arm up & down, back & forth, but her attempts to loosen the grip of the monster were futile. Worse than futile, she discovered, because she had neglected the other two tentacles, which had bent closer to her now and were rubbing their mouth-ends across her left arm and right leg. Stifling a nauseous swirl in her belly, she kicked out at one, but instead of knocking it away, she seemed to spur it into action: it made a loop of itself around her ankle, the thick appendage flexing as it curled around her. It was squeezing her tightly and the tentacle seemed to be pulling back, away from her; with the aid of the one that had now swallowed her right arm up to the elbow, she was pulled flat... and sand sprayed into the air as tentacle number four exploded from below!
The two tentacles yet to make contact with her moved closer, sinuously; she tried to time her movements to avoid them, but they were too large & flexible and her range of motion to limited. Within moments, her left arm was as deeply embedded as her right, while both her ankles were trapped. The squeezing pulsations of the limbs around her legs were also pulling her feet out of her trainers and the moment her feet were bare, those slimy things curled around on themselves and started to consume her feet from the toes up. It was a small mercy that they had to unwrap her ankles to do so, but either way, it left her trapped flat on her back, four tentacles slowly inching their way up her athletic arms and legs until she was absorbed to her shoulders and hips.
In the time it took for this happen, Cathy shouted and screamed for help a dozen times, but in her heart, she knew no-one was likely to hear her; the campus was nearly deserted during the break, only foolish little girls like her stayed behind. She wept a little, but then drew on her inner reserves, determined to think about her situation and affect her own rescue, if she could rely on no-one else. Taking account, she carefully collated all the data she had about her situation; on the immediate plus side, the tentacles didn’t actually seem to be hurting her, just making her very uncomfortable. If she wiggled her fingers or toes, or tried to pull her limbs out of their captivity, be it ever so slowly, the tentacles responded with more pulsing, stilling her with their uncomfortable pressure. It was clear they had the strength to rip her apart if they chose to, yet they seemed content to hold her where she was, rippling and gurgling.
The more she analysed it, the more Cathy came to think that it wasn’t all that unpleasant; in fact, it was almost like a particularly exotic spa treatment! The insides of the tentacles were decorated with both fine, filmy hairs and small firm nubs; the rippling that undulated up each one made the hairs tickle her fair skin lightly and the nubs were very effective masseurs, making her muscles give up all their tensions. There was also something at the base of each one; she could feel a hard, sticky ball pressing into the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet, but any attempt to grip it and find out more just made the tentacles squeeze her tighter until she stopped moving again. She thought that it must be whatever organ that produced the thin yellow slime that lubricated everything, but would that make it some kind of tongue? She shied away from that line of reasoning for now, but noted that she herself now had a coating of the gloop on her body; it had oozed out of the mouth-ends and dripped from the tentacles. Her vest and shorts were saturated with it and her face had a thin coating too; it was getting into her eyes, blurring her vision unless she blinked frequently. She looked down at herself and was amused at the sight she presented; she looked like a limbless torso discarded on the sandpit while worms nibbled at her stumps. Her sports kit was sticking to her small frame, so maybe it was best if she did rescue herself; she might as well be naked for all the good her clothes were doing of concealing her meagre curves!