**Hey guys. Something** ***very*** **different today, as you can see from the tags. I really enjoyed writing it, which surprised me, ‘cos I’ve never done anything like this before.**
**The idea comes from** [**u/nothingisnothing1**](https://www.reddit.com/user/nothingisnothing1/)**. She was super helpful, and gave me butt-ton of kinky ideas to work with. I hopefully will get some more story suggestions from her soon.**
**And, yes, this is another story where the main character is based off Margot Robbie.** [**Can you blame me though…**](https://s2.r29static.com/bin/entry/d25/x,80/2231315/image.jpg)
**ENJOY.**
Margot hated coming to the city. Sitting in the passenger seat of the car, watching the concrete monoliths roll by, she wished she could be at home tucked up in bed and reading a book.
Her Mum was driving, occasionally swearing under her breath at the congested Friday night traffic.
‘Yes, go on Mister.’ She snapped sarcastically at a passing car. ‘Overtake me in your stupid SUV. Christ, makes you wonder how some people pass their driving test.’
Margot didn’t reply. Her head was resting on the cool window, looking at a young couple arguing with each other outside a bar. The girl was storming off down the road, struggling to walk in her high heels. Why do girls wear them? She thought to herself.
‘Margot, you okay? You’ve hardly spoken since we left?’ Her Mum asked.
She didn’t reply.
‘Margot, I’m talking to you.’
‘What… oh sorry, Mum.’ She sat up, ‘Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just couldn’t really be bothered going out tonight.’
‘You’ll enjoy yourself. Amber will be looking forward to seeing you. It’ll do you good.’
‘Amber just wants to flirt with guys.’
Her Mum smirked, ‘And you don’t…’
Margot blushed, ‘I guess… C’mon on Mum. I don’t want to talk about that stuff with you.’
‘Why not?’ she laughed, ‘I’m your Mother. And, I was young once too y’know?’
‘When? In the 70s?’
‘The 80s. I’m not that old.’
They both laughed as Margot’s Mum turned a corner. She pointed to a brown brick building with a neon sign in the shape of a pineapple hanging outside.
‘That’s the place, right honey?’
‘Yes. There’s Amber outside.’ Margot pointed to her best friend, leaning against the wall. She had her red hair in a ponytail, which suited her pale skin and the white cocktail dress she was wearing. She was on her phone, probably texting a boy.
‘Just drop me off here.’ Margot undid her seatbelt.
‘I’ll get you closer, don’t worry.’
Margot sighed.
‘What? Embarrassed to be seen with your Mum?’ She stopped the car on the curb a few metres from Amber. She looked up and waved to them both.
Margot opened the door. ‘Okay, I’ll see you later. We’ll probably get an Uber. Amber said I can sleep at her place tonight.’
‘Oh, that’s nice of her.’
Margot turned on the seat and stepped out, trying her best to keep her legs together. She didn’t want to accidentally flash her panties to some random creep on the street.
‘See you, Mum.’
‘Bye, have fun.’
Margot shut the door and walked over to Amber. Before she could speak, her Mum rolled down the car window and shouted out.
‘Look after her Amber!’ She grinned.
‘Will do.’ Amber replied loudly as Margot stood there awkwardly. ‘God, I love your Mum. She’s so cool.’
Margot smiled, ‘I’ll let her know.’
Amber stepped closer and tightly hugged Margot, ‘It feels like we haven’t seen each other in forever.’
‘It’s been two weeks.’ Margot could smell Amber’s expensive perfume.
‘That is too long, babes. C’mon, let’s get inside. Love your dress by the way.’
Amber lead Margot towards the front door. The dress she was wearing was a little black number. She’d had it hidden at the back of her wardrobe, behind tonnes of other clothes she’d never worn. Her Mum had said it was a couple of inches too short, and that it may give guys the wrong impression. Margot took this as *The dress makes you look like a slut.*
She didn’t care how it made look, or what impression it gave to strangers at a bar. Margot felt pretty in it, and that’d all that mattered. She was out on Friday night in a busy city that she hated, when she’d much rather be at home, so she was going to make the most of it. And if that meant showing a bit too much leg, so what?
‘This is going to be a great night.’ Amber said, wrapping her arm around Margot as they walked through the neon-lit entrance. ‘Two drop-dead gorgeous eighteen-year-olds, a few cocktails, a couple of cute guys….’
‘I dunno about that last part.’ Margot giggled, ‘Cocktails, on the other hand… now, that part I like.’
‘Okay, okay… no guys. Though, the drinks here can be strong, so your conservative view of hookups may have changed by the end of the night.’
Margot didn’t say anything to that. Was it a conservative view to not want to be fucked by a stranger in a toilet cubicle?
The bar was a large open space with tables sat against the walls, with loud indie music filling the air. Red and blue neon lights gave the place a dreamlike quality. The middle part of the room had a circular counter where the drinks were being served. It wasn’t the busiest place Margot had ever been in, however, the night was still young and more people were arriving every minute.
‘Okay, you go find us a table and I’ll go order some drinks.’ Amber said, ‘What do you want?’
‘It’s up to you.’ Margot said, shouting slightly over the music.
‘You go sit down and I’ll bring the drinks over.’ Amber made her way past two guys, who both unsubtly checked her ass out, and began to speak to the guy behind the bar.
Margot looked around. There was an empty table in the corner with a red leather couch. She went over and sat down, crossing her long tan legs.
She watched more people enter the bar. A loud group of rowdy lads wandered in, probably celebrating a twenty-first birthday. Some office workers arrived, ties loose around their collars. They were the oldest people here, not too old that they were out of place, but old enough that it would be strange for them to be hooking up with any of the teen girls that were dancing provocatively to the music.
A man wandered in and stood in the entrance. The red neon illuminated his sharp features. Margot couldn’t make out his age but could tell he was relatively good looking and had jet-black hair. He wasn’t moving, just staring right her.
She stared back, wondering if it was someone from University, when Amber blocked her view.
‘Here you go, girl. Sex on the beach, with double vodka to loosen you up.’ Amber placed the red-orange drinks on the table and sat down opposite Margot.
The man was gone from the entrance.
Margot thought nothing of it and picked up her drink to take a sip. She coughed slightly, ‘Double vodka? Tastes more like triple.’ She laughed and took another long sip.
‘That’s how I roll.’ Amber said drinking from her own glass. ‘So, seen any cute guys yet?’
‘Amber. I’m not looking for anything like that. I’m just here to have a few drinks and relax.’
A moment passed and the music switched to a popular song that got few of the more drunken attendees singing along.
‘Well, wanna know what I find relaxing?’ Amber said, ‘Getting pounded into my bed by a cute blonde guy.’
Margot choked on her drink when she laughed. She wiped her mouth giggling, ‘*Way* too much information.’
Her friend smirked, ‘What? Does having a nice cock to play with not calm you down?’
‘I mean… How do I even reply to that?’
‘By saying, “Yes, Amber. Being rough fucked by a hot dude is super unwinding.” I know you too well, Margot, I am your best friend after all.’
Margot took another drink. ‘I dunno. I’m not really into the rough stuff.’
‘Ah, a romantic guy is what you’re after.’
‘No.’ Morgan looked at the now large crowd at the bar. ‘I just want a normal guy. Someone to chill with.’
‘And by chill you mean to have your pussy eaten out.’
Margot laughed, ‘You are disgusting. Don’t you ever stop thinking about sex?’ She went to take another sip, then noticed she’d already finished her cocktail.
‘That was quick.’ Amber said, finishing her own. ‘Wait a moment, I’ll go get some more drinks.’
Amber came back later with a tequila-based cocktail that Margot couldn’t pronounce the name of, and after finishing that, she started to feel the elated dizziness of the alcohol.
A few minutes later, it was pornstar martinis. Then multiple Cosmo’s. By this point, the girls had stumbled over to the dance floor and were drunkenly moving along to the music. Amber was dancing in between two guys, grinding herself on them. At one point she even lifted her dress to give them a view of her ass. While this was happening, Margot was moving to the music, lifting her arms into the air and weaving her hips through the crowd. A couple of hands groped her as she did, but she didn’t mind. The music and the alcohol were working together to lift her spirits.
She found herself at the bar ordering a Long Island iced tea. When the guy slid it over and she had paid, she took a long sip from the straw.
She felt a hand on her back. Amber’s. ‘Having fun?’ Her face was flushed slightly, though she still seemed *with it*. ‘So… One of those guys I was dancing with… he’s asked me to go back to his place.’
Margot smiled slyly, ‘Oh, I see.’
‘So I was wondering if you’d be okay getting the Uber back on your own. I know I said you could sleep at mine… but he’s so hot.’
Margot sipped at the straw. ‘It’s fine, don’t worry about it.’
Amber leaned in a planted a kiss on her warm cheek. ‘Thank you. I’ll speak to you tomorrow then, I guess.’
‘Enjoy getting pounded into his bed.’ Margot said, slurring the last word.
Amber laughed and disappeared into the moving crowd.
Margot finished her drink. She stood up and nearly pushed over a girl in high heels who happened to be walking past.
‘S-sorry.’ But the girl had gone.
She made her way out of the bar and onto the street. The night was cold and the wind blew up her legs, making her shiver. She wished she had brought a coat as she hugged her arms then got her phone from her bag.
The Uber was would arrive in two minutes. It was close. She stood on the corner of the street shaking. The freezing air woke her up a bit, and she couldn’t help but think about Amber. Was probably on her knees with a dick hitting the back of her throat by now, she thought to herself. Not that Margot looked down on her friend for acting as she did. If you enjoy casual hookups and fucking strangers, you enjoy that all you want, but that lifestyle wasn’t for her.
The Uber appeared around the corner and stopped a few feet down the road. She walked over, suddenly feeling the booze a lot more and got into the back seat. She couldn’t see the driver but could see that it was a man.
‘Hey.’ He said.
‘Hey.’ She replied, grappling with trying to put her seatbelt in. She did it after a few awkward seconds.
The driver didn’t turn his head as he put the car into first and drove off.
Margot looked out the window at the neon lights and the warm streetlamps. The colours began to blur, the Long Island iced tea kicking in. Just as she embraced the black of unconsciousness, the driver turned around to look at her.
He was a good-looking guy with sharp features and jet-black hair. He was also grinning.
***
When Margot came too, her head was pounding and her vision was muddy.
‘What the…’ It took a few seconds to realise she couldn’t move her arms. She looked up and squinted. Her arms were tied to a pipe that ran across the ceiling by a thick rusted chain. The links were rubbing into her wrists, stinging slightly. The pipe was high enough that she was basically hanging from it, with her toes just being able to reach the stone floor, making her shoulders ache.
She blinked, trying to get her bearings, but every time she closed her eyes, opening them again was difficult. Like her eyelids were being weighed down.
Okay, okay… calm down, she told herself. She tried to pull her wrists free, but stopped when the metal started to bite into her arms. Her breathing was fast and sporadic, her heart was about to explode. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. Counting to ten in her head. Over and over again.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
She stopped counting. She had calmed slightly, as much as could be expected. She had regained her vision, and her eyes began to adjust to the darkness.
The room she was in was completely concrete. To her left, there was a rickety staircase leading to a closed door. A light was on behind it. There was a window high up on the wall. Pale moonlight seeped in through the dusty glass.
So, it was still night. And the effects of the alcohol hadn’t completely worn off yet. Margot guessed that she couldn’t have been out for more than a few hours. Meaning that no one was looking for her yet. Amber was with the guy from the bar, and her Mumwould think she was sleeping at Amber’s house.
No one was looking for her.
As her eyes continued to adjust, she began to make out a shape against the far wall opposite her. It was a long wooden box. About the size of a coffin, maybe a bit wider. The wood looked ancient. It had been sealed with multiple chains and padlocks.
Footsteps began to sound above her. She could see where the feet were landing from the dust falling off of the floorboards. The person moved around the house, before they stopped outside the locked door and the top of the stairs. A second later Margot heard a lock turn, and the door opened, bathing the staircase in yellow light.
The figure at the top slowly made his way down the stairs. His face came into the light and Margot remembered him. The Uber driver. The guy who was watching her in the bar. Had he been planning this?
‘Please… don’t hurt me…’ Margot said, as her captor came over to her. ‘Please let me go… I promise I won’t go to the police…’
He looked at her, ‘I’ll let you go. When *we’re* done with you.’
Margot started to hyperventilate, seeing the lack of emotion in his dark eyes. They were dark blue, like the deepest depths of a lagoon.
‘W-what do you want with me…’
He started to caress her bare arms, ‘What I want doesn’t matter. What matters is what *she* wants.’
He came closer, sniffed around her neck, like an apex predator and his prey.
‘Who’s… *she…*’ Margot asked moved her head away.
‘You’ll find out soon enough.’ He said. ‘*She’ll* be happy with you. But first, I’m going to take my payment.’ He reached into his pocket and brought out a flip knife. The blade edge simmered in the light when he flicked it open. He smiled and rubbed the blade across her cheek. Margot whimpered at the cold steel. He moved the blade down and cut at the shoulder straps of her crumpled dress. He ripped the dress away, leaving her in her bra and panties.
Her captor licked his lips and pressed his hands against her boobs. Reaching round he undid the hook on her bra and let it fall to the ground, then pinched her nipples.
‘You’re the best one I’ve taken yet.’
He moved behind her and reached up to the pipe. She heard the sound of metal unscrewing.
‘I’m gonna let you down. If you try to run… if you try to fight… if you try anything, I’ll cut you. Do you understand?’
Margot ‘Please…’
‘I’ll ask again: Do you understand?’
‘Yes.’ Margot cried.
‘Okay.’ He continued to unscrew, until one end of the pipe came loose, letting the chain slide off but still keeping her wrists tightly bound together.
It felt good to have her feet flatly on the ground, but Margot’s relief was cut short when he placed two hands on her shoulder and painfully pushed her to her knees.
She looked up at him, he began to unbuckle his belt and let his jeans fall around his ankles. His white boxers were bulging at the front, inches away from her face.
Again, Margot said, ‘Please… I don’t want to…’
He didn’t speak as he lowered his underwear and his cock sprang out. It was huge, bigger than any Margot had seen. It twitched slightly as the head brushed against her tear-stained cheek. He pushed the head against her lips, and when she didn’t open her mouth, he slapped her.
Margot yelped and reluctantly let his cock pass into her mouth. He wasn’t slow about it. Within a second he had forced his long dick to the back of her throat. Margot began to cough and choke and tried to move, but his hand on the back of her head kept her frozen in place. He pressed the blade of the knife against her throat, and Margot’s struggling stopped. She closed her tear-filled eyes as her tormentors cock began to thrust painfully down her neck.
The soft flesh around Margot’s throat began to bulge out, and her attacker let out an ecstasy filled moan. Her head began to feel light, not much air was getting past his thick cock, and she thought that she might pass out.
Just as her vision began to blur, he pulled out. His cock was dripping in her saliva. She curled over and retched up. His pre-cum mixed with bile regurgitating out on to the cold basement floor.
‘Please…’ She looked up, ‘No more… I can’t…’
He showed no reaction to her pleas and leant down. He grabbed the chains around her wrist and lifted her to her feet. He smiled at her, in another situation, Margot would have found him attractive. His features were strong and sharp, and from the way his shirt hugged his body, you could tell he was in shape. But at this moment, Margot was just terrified of him. Terrified of what he would do next.
He pushed her into the corner and she tripped over something soft. It was an old dirty mattress, stained with God only knows what. Margot curled up on it, as he came closer, stroking his throbbing cock. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw the wooden box move slightly, though she had no time to think about it.
‘Get on your belly.’ He ordered.
Margot, weeping and sniffling, did as she was told. She twisted on to her front having to raise her bound hands above her head. The mattress was uncomfortable as if had been stuffed with bags of pebbles.
He kicked off his jeans and underwear, then lowered himself on to her. His weight pinned her down, crushing her into the mattress. She could feel his wet cock poking her inner thigh.
He grazed the knife’s blade on her cheek, just under her eye, and said, ‘Remember, no fighting.’ His other hand moved down and he started to reposition his dick. She felt it rub over her clit, and she shivered. Images flew through her mind. Images of her getting pregnant, images of her telling her Mum that she was carrying a strangers child.
She felt his cock move higher and then realised what it was he was planning to do. The head of his dick nuzzled her virgin asshole.
‘Please, not there-’
Her pleading was cut short. He crammed his long cock into her, going balls deep in the first rapid movement. Margot let out a pained scream and struggled against him, but he was lying on top of her, and moving was next to impossible. His next thrust was harder, and the one after that more so.
Her asshole was stretching to accommodate his dick, and the pain was agonizing. His cock was like a baton of scorching steel. Her legs kicked and shuck, but it was no use.
‘Stop. Fighting.’ He said angrily, putting his palm on the back of her head and pushing her face down into the fabric of the mattress. Her scream became muffled and no air could get to her mouth or nose. While she was struggling to breathe, he started to quickly push himself in and out of her hole. Loud, wet, slaps emanated throughout the basement, bouncing off the concrete. He took a handful of her blonde hair and pulled her head back up. Margot took a desperate breath before being pushed back down again.
The attack went on like this for ten minutes. Him, brutally sodomizing her while smothering her face in the mattress, only occasionally letting her up for air.
His abuse didn’t stop, and the pain in Margot’s ass didn’t relent. Each thrust, each inch his cock pushed in, hurt more than the last. She couldn’t breathe, the strange odour from the mattress was filling her nostrils and her throat. His hand was keeping her head down, her limbs went soft, too tired to fight back. The fabric on her face was sodden from her tears.
She felt herself going. No air was getting to her. Passing out would be so easy. Margot wanted to embrace the darkness, to save yourself.
He gave out an animalistic roar, and she felt him let loose a torrent of cum in her degraded ass. In his orgasm, his hand eased on the back of her head, and she was able to turn and suck in air, keeping herself conscious. Margot would have rather passed out.
A moment later, he stood up, pulling himself out of her. Margot lay still, crying softly. He got himself dressed, then grabbed her chain binds and yanked her across the floor. He lifted her to her feet, forced her arms up and the chain over the loose pipe, then started to screw it in again. Within two minutes, Margot was back where she was when she had woken, except now her ass was sore and warm cum was leaking down her thigh, and her perfect tan skin was glistening with sweat.
The moonlight was still coming in from the window. There was still no one coming for her. No one was out there searching. No one knew where she was.
Her kidnapper stood before her. He was smiling, his jet-black hair messy and unkempt.
‘Can I go…’ Margot begged.
‘Not yet…’ He said, caressing her cheek. ‘You’ve haven’t fulfilled your purpose yet.’
‘W-what do you mean? You… raped me… what more do you want?’
‘Oh, my poor darling. You *really* have no idea what’s going to happen next, do you? Me having my way with you was just my reward.’
‘Reward…? What f-for?’
He giggled, ‘My reward for bringing you here. My reward for finding you. I bring the pretty, fertile, young girls here, and in exchange, I get to fuck their tight assholes. What I just did to you was just payment for completing a job.’
Margot was confused, ‘J-job?’
‘Yes. Payment for bringing you to *her.*’ He turned and pointed at the wooden box against the wall.
‘What is in there…’ Margot said.
‘You’ll see. Soon.’ He reached into his pocket and brought out a ring of rusty keys.
‘*She* was here when I purchased this house.’ He walked over to the box. ‘I chose this place because of the basement. I needed privacy for when I brought girls like you back. To think, I used to just fuck them and then kill them.’ He started to unlock the dozens of padlocks. ‘When I found *her* down here, I thought I was going crazy. Well, crazier than I already was. When I knew what I was seeing was real, I thought *she* was going to kill me. But, *she* didn’t. *She* made me an offer. Bring girls back here like I was already doing, but instead of disposing of them, I was to leave them for *her.*’ He unlocked the last padlock and all the chains fell to the ground. ‘The first time I witnessed what it was *she* did to them… I’m not gonna lie, it was hard for even me to watch. But the more I saw…’ He walked back over to Margot, ‘The more I realised that what I was witnessing… was something beautiful.’
He looked at the still box. ‘I would love to stay and see it. But, I’ve got work to do.’ He started his way up the stairs. ‘You two have fun together.’ He shut the door behind him and Margot heard the lock turn.
The room became silent and still. The only sound was Margot’s chains scraping on the pipe. She looked at the box. Nothing.
He’s crazy, she told herself. She had been kidnapped by an insane man, she thought. He’s an insane rapist, that’s all. Even though she told herself this, she kept her eyes on the wooden box.
Her toes were barely touching the floor and her shoulders had started to ache again. A bead of sweat fell down her neck and in between her perky breasts. Margot heard a creak. The sound of old wood bending.
The front of the wooden box opened.
The hinges strained, the door slowly swung open. The inside was in shadow, stopping Margot from seeing whatever it was.
*What has he brought me this time?* A voice said. Though she didn’t hear it with her ears. She didn’t hear it at all. It was in her mind. Like the voice was coming from the darkest reaches of her imagination.
*Oh, it’s a pretty one.*
*So young. So fertile.*
Margot saw something move in the box. A shape writhing in the black.
It started to move forward.
Margot screamed. A blood-curdling scream of pure terror. She shook at her chains, not caring that they cut at her skin. She pulled and pulled, but the pipe was firmly in place.
What her captor had only described as “*she”,* came into view. And, it was unimaginable. The upper torso of a human woman, with breasts like a human woman. *Her* face even had the appearance of a relatively attractive female, though there was no hair on her head. This is where the similarities to a human stopped. Instead of arms, there were long squirming tentacles, that dragged across the floor. And below her belly button were no hips or genitalia or legs, but more tentacles, carrying this horrifying monster along the concrete ground.
Margot’s screams became incomprehensible screeches and shrieks as the creature stopped moving before her.
*Oh… yes.*
*This one will do perfectly.*
*Her* mouth didn’t move, yet Margot heard the creature clearly. It had an indescribable and alien accent unrecognizable to Margot.
*She* raised her arm tentacle and caressed Margot’s body. The appendage was thick and covered in veins. It moved over her breasts and nipples, sending a shiver down Margot’s spine. The tentacle moved down to her legs, then slowly started to wrap itself around her thigh. *Her* other arm tentacle did the same thing to her other leg. The tentacle then moved outwards, pulling Margot’s legs apart, like she was doing the splits in mid-air.
Margot’s screamed stopped. She had tired herself out and now all she could do sob in fear at the vile thing that seemed straight from a sci-fi film.
The mass of tentacles that made up *her* lower body moved slightly, and from behind them, a different, even more, terrifying tentacle appeared. This one had more girth and thick, bulbous veins. Its head was also different, it was more phallic and rounded, resembling the end of a human penis, just much larger.
The wiggling extremity slowly moved its way up until it was standing tall, opposite Margot’s petrified face. It moved closer and moved around her neck, then around again. It tightened its rough flesh against her neck, then came around again, aiming directly at her mouth.
*Let me in.*
The creature’s face showed a hint of anger when it forced the tentacle’s head between Margot’s lips. It explored her mouth, then slowly made it’s way towards her throat, then down it, deeper and deeper.
Margot began to scream again, at least as much as she could. The noise was more of an inhuman gagging, a sickening sound that one would expect to hear from a severely injured soldier on a battlefield.
Margot’s throat bulged. The flesh stretching uncomfortably to make room for this alien abuser. Still, it went deeper. Now further down her throat than her kidnappers long cock had ever got. It continued down into her innards.
The panic and fear became too much and Margot began to shake, her body fighting against the intruder.
*Don’t fight me, young one.*
The tentacle was somewhere in her midsection. You could see it squirming its way through Margot’s inside, the flesh of her belly poking as it turned direction in her.
Margot started to contort unnaturally as the invasion of her guts continued, the gagging sound she was making got worse and more unhuman, and her insides felt cramped and full.
Then it stopped.
The pain went away. What part of her internal organs was the tentacle in when it stopped? Margot didn’t know, but she felt close to passing out. Maybe if she passed out, she would wake in Amber’s house, having just had a nightmare.
But then, it started again. A pain in her lower regions. It was in her…
The head of the tentacle burst out of her previously ruined ass. The pain of the rape from before was nothing compared to this. The tentacle forced its way out of her hole, then turned itself around. It came up under her crotch. Margot was still choking on the huge limb that was going down her mouth, down her throat, through her insides, and out of her ass.
The tentacle, covered in bodily fluids, moved up. It rubbed itself against her shaved pussy. Then slowly but painfully entered her teen cunt. As much as she wanted to, Margot couldn’t scream anymore. The tentacle that had made it’s home inside her was stopping sound coming out.
Her pussy painfully expanded to contain the ghastly thing that was fucking her. It began to stab itself in and out of her, never letting the head leave though. Her mouth, ass, pussy… her three holes… were all being stretched and ruined.
*Yes. Yes. Take it all.*
The creature’s face smiled subtly.
*You will become a vessel.*
The tentacle running through Margot began to pulsate.
*A vessel to carry my young.*
A movement started in the tentacle. It started at the end attached to *her.* A swelling that moved up the veiny flesh. It moved down her throat, through her insides, out of her ass, and finally into her pussy.
Margot began to make the same unpleasant sounds as before. She felt the explosion in her pussy. It felt like cum, though it was thicker and more viscous. A deluge of *her* seed, filling Margot up and leaking around her thighs. It was a slightly green substance that began to drip onto the stone floor. Margot’s belly began to bulge and bloat, her womb being filled with the slimy substance.
*Yes. My seed is a gift.*
The tentacle pulled out of Margot’s tender and red pussy. It went between her legs and re-entered her stinging asshole. It slowly made its way back up her insides, past her innards. It slid up her aching throat, and out of her mouth. Margot could taste *her* seed. It was foul and bitter.
She went limp hanging from the pipe. She couldn’t find the strength in her toes to keep herself balanced. Her whole body felt expanded. Her belly was round and full. The attack had taken its toll, physically and mentally.
*She* came closer, her face inches from Margot, and smiled.
Margot felt herself slipping into oblivion. The warmth of sleep tempted her. She let the darkness envelop her.
***
Margot awoke screaming.
But she wasn’t in a dark concrete basement. She wasn’t tied up. Wasn’t tied to a ceiling pipe, naked and scared. There was no rapist. There was no… *her.*
She sat up. She was in her own bed, in her own bedroom, in her own house. She was wearing her own pyjamas, and there was no sign of any attack. However, she felt extremely hungover, her head was suffering from a splitting headache and she felt very nauseous.
‘Fucking hell…’ She said, noticing that she was covered in sweat and would have to change the bedsheets. ‘Was… was it a nightmare?’ She looked down, her belly was normal. Flat against her slender frame.
She stumbled to her feet, the midday sun coming through the window hurting her sensitive eyes. She went out onto the landing, music could be heard downstairs.
Nearly tripping over, Margot walked down to the kitchen. The music was coming from a radio next to the kettle. Sat at the table was her Mum, reading a newspaper.
‘What time do you call this?’ She smirked.
‘I… uh… What time did I get back last night?’
Mum drank from a mug of coffee. ‘I dunno. I was fast asleep. So it must have been late. Or early, should I say.’
‘Yeah…’ Margot was still shaken.
It had felt *so* real.
She went over to the kettle and switched it on, it started to bubble away.
‘So, did you have fun with Amber?’
‘Yeah.. yeah… it was good.’
‘How much did you have to drink?’
The night was a blur. She said, ‘I don’t know. I don’t remember.’
‘From the colour of your skin and the sound of your voice I’d say you had *quite* a bit.’ She laughed, ‘Don’t worry, dear. We’ve all been there.’
Margot brewed a cup of tea and took it upstairs. She sat on her bed and drank it. She had a text from Amber on her phone.
*Hey, babes! Hope u got home okay last nite. Sorry for makin you go home on your own… but this guy… his names Robert. And he’s got a cock like a fuckin horse… :P anyway ill speak to you later, luv u loads, babe.*
Margot didn’t reply. What would she say?
It felt *so* real.
Margot stayed in bed for the rest of the day. She and Mum ordered a pizza later in the evening. Margot tried to eat some but couldn’t keep anything down.
‘That’s what mixing your drinks will get you.’ Mum said.
She fell asleep and had horrid dreams of suffocating in a bed of tentacles.
When she woke the next day, the nausea was gone and she was feeling relatively better. That weekend crawled by, and by Monday morning, Margot had accepted that the dream was just that.
A terrifying dream.
Monday was a slow day for Margot. She had class early in the morning and another lecture in the afternoon, meaning she had a large period where nothing was happening.
She met up with Amber in a café on campus. They talked about Friday night, Amber went into detail about Robert’s skills in bed, and for the first time since Friday night, Margot didn’t think about her nightmare.
When she got home, the house was empty. Margot’s Mum was doing a late shift at the hospital and wouldn’t be back until at least 11 pm. She looked through the cupboards for something to eat, finding nothing. She got a cool can of coke from the refrigerator and took a long drink.
She suddenly clenched her belly in pain. An excruciating cramp was going through her lower torso. She screamed out in agony as the nausea from Friday returned. She struggled up to the bathroom and leant over the toilet, dry heaving into the bowl.
She felt delirious. And warm. So, so, so warm. Margot stripped naked and stood under the freezing water of the shower. She stood there, holding her belly, and wailing. She stepped out and looked at her reflection.
Her belly was moving. Underneath her skin. Something was moving.
‘Oh fuck, oh god… oh god… no…’ Margot said when her belly rumbled and began to ache.
She felt it in her pussy first. Something squirming, making its way out. She looked down and saw it fall out and hit the tiled floor. A greenish… thing. Kind of like a slug or a leech. Then another fell out.
And another.
Another.
Another.
Soon there were a dozen of these creatures, slithering out of the room.
She felt a sharp stabbing pain in her intestine and then felt them in her ass. They fell out in between her legs. Falling out of both holes, slapping against floor.
Margot began to cry and scream. It *had* happened. The attack. The basement. *She* was real. *She* had impregnated Margot with her young.
*You will become a vessel.*
Margot wept as the creatures made their way out of her. Her loud, wailing scream was cut short, when she began to gag and retch. She felt them coming up her throat, in her mouth… she coughed them up and they hit the floor. One, two, three, four, five, six…
It didn’t stop.
Margot lay on the bathroom floor. Her body was being used to birth *her* children.
It didn’t stop.
Her three holes. Her abused mouth and pussy and ass. These things were seeping out continuously.
It did not stop.
Margot lay still, the slugs still leaving her anus, womb, and throat. Tears fell and dried on her cheeks.
It didn’t stop.
*Her* words rang in Margot’s mind like a church bell on a wedding day as she cried on the cold tiles of the bathroom.
*You will become a vessel.*
*You will become a vessel.*
*You will become a vessel.*
**THE END.**
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hn9wfi/your_body_will_become_a_vessel_scifi_tentacles
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