Showing posts with label tentacles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tentacles. Show all posts

Friday, September 08, 2017

Text Play Monmusu Conquered World! part 17

The Monmusu Conquered World series continues.  We’re into the “generals” now, so I think we’re (finally!) approaching the end.  (The journey began back here in case you’ve only just tuned in now.  If you’ve only just tuned in now I should also warn you Monmusu Conquered World is an adult game and you should press the back button on your browser right now if offended by such things.)

After sending the Family Fox packing, we’re back to more pointless run-and-dodge.  There’s a doorway leading to the shopkeeper (that I’ve never felt the need to buy anything off, because I chickened out of selecting ‘hard’ difficulty for a game I had no translation for).  Hmm, she appears to be hiding out in a luxurious bedroom this time around.

Oh, I wonder what that new option on the menu i—

Additional services are available at this shop

Oh.  Yeah.  Why was I even surprised?

You’ve come a long way, sorceress girl from Violated Hero 1.  (And I suspect Luka-clone also comes a long way, or would if her throat wasn’t in the way.)

At the end of the corridor we run into weird slug/tentacle/too-many-damn-eyes girl.

She seems very very angry for some reason.

Um, hi...?

I suspect her design is a nod to the King in Yellow, what with the tentacles, yellow cape and being named Hastia (Hastur).  All very Lovecraftian, or rather Robert W Chambers-ian, as the King in Yellow was his creation and preceded Lovecraft’s work by a decade or so (Lovecraft liked it).  Most people might remember it nowadays as the bait that fooled people into thinking a police drama was going to be more interesting than it ultimately was.  (The first season of True Detective is still pretty damn good, but ultimately never had the balls to fully peer behind the veil, as I’m sure most horror fans were hoping it would.)

Anyway, back to our little hentai game.  Hastur.  Tentacles.  What could possible go wrong?

We probably don't want to lose this one...

Let’s be honest.  The Violated Hero series was famed for being a little... shall we say... weird.  Monmusu Conquered World has been restrained with the last few scenes.  Not wanting to worry you or anything, Luka-clone, but this one might be rough.

I think reality has been twisted...

Oh, she just wants us to lick her clit.  Uh, that’s fine, I guess.  Unexpected.

Hastur is very talkative for an eldritch abomination.  Even more so when Luka-clone starts gently nibbling away on the sensitive parts of her nether regions.

Hmm, you seem a little more adept at this than I would have expected, Luka-clone.  Did you get up to stuff before going off on your adventures?

It doesn’t take long for Hastur to hit orgasm and this time it’s Luka-clone getting a facefull of sex juices.  That’s a novel twist from the norm.  I suppose it should be expected from an eldritch abomination.  They do like to twist reality after all (although this might be too far).

But there is the second scene.  Prepare thyself, Luka-clone, for tentacle...

Reality has definitely been twisted

Oh, she just wants to get on top and ride us cowgirl style.

This is too much.  I don’t think I can handle this much... normalcy.

“What’s the matter, darling?  Are you having that little problem again?”

“It’s all those eyes.  Can’t you shut them or something.  It’s very off-putting?”

Hastur does wrap her tentacles around us to give us an extra little squeeze, but, surprisingly for this genre, the tentacles stay mostly to themselves.

Hastur’s sex anim is also unexpected.  All those tentacles and eyes, and her scene is an as-vanilla-as-they-come blowjob.  I suspect Dieselmine is deliberately trolling us here.

I wonder what Lovecraft and others would have made of their creations being used in this way.  Absolute shock and disgust, I imagine.  Apart from Clark Ashton Smith.  I suspect he’d have found it hilarious.  Seems that kind of dude from his writing.

Tentacles, tentacles.  Anyone want tentacles?  I have tentacles for you.  Come on.  Who can resist two gorgeous scyllas in a bubbly Jacuzzi?

Is that just Ms Scrap Metal Boobs left now?  We’ll see next time.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

H-space MGB Profile: Freshwater Cnidarian-Girl

Name: Freshwater Cnidarian-Girl
Type: Cnidarian
Habitat: Freshwater.  Marshland.

Description:
From a distance a freshwater cnidarian-girl looks like a pretty young woman in a long summer dress.  They are normally found staring wistfully out across small bodies of water in picturesque wild spots.

The 'dress' is a thin membrane of elastic jelly that serves to hide the cnidarian-girl's lower body.  Beneath the waist their body consists of a ring of thick tentacles that are used to both raise and support the upper torso, and restrain prey while the cnidarian feeds.  Hanging down from the centre of the ring of tentacles is a specialised feeding tube.

The structure of a cnidarian-girl's body appears to be comparable to Earth-based cnidarians—hence the name—although they are considerably more complex.  Their mostly liquid insides are held in by a strong membrane of semi-transparent jelly.  While their skin colour comes in a variety of hues from yellow to green to muddy browns, they are capable of changing it to opaque pink for short periods of time in order to mimic human flesh.

Attack Strategy:
The cnidarian-girl lures prey to her through an airborne pheromone that also massively raises the libido.  Once the target comes within range the cnidarian-girl stings and immobilises them with a powerful paralysing agent injected through the skin by nematocysts located in her tentacles.  With her prey immobilised, the cnidarian wraps her tentacles around them and begins to feed.

As with other HSIOs, cnidarian-girls feed on sexual fluids.  Their body secretes a toxin that triggers the over-production of sexual fluids at the expense of all other biological functions.  This toxin is absorbed through the sexual organs and requires the ejaculate of her prey to activate it.  If her victim is male the cnidarian-girl ingests their penis with her soft feeding tube and uses this to stimulate them to ejaculation.  If she has caught a female, the cnidarian turns the lower third of her feeding tube inside out and inserts it into her captive's vagina.  Once her feeding toxin takes effect the cnidarian-girl slowly drains her prey of all their fluids.

Countermeasures:
Like their Earth equivalents, cnidarian-girls have soft, fragile bodies.  Aside from their pheromone lure and paralysing sting they have little fighting ability and if threatened they will contract down to a ball, with the outer tentacles folding back up over their vulnerable upper body to protect it.

Threat Level:
Low.

The pheromone lure is the main danger.  Soldiers should stay together at all times and always be on the lookout in case one of their squad-mates starts showing signs of being under the influence.

Thursday, August 04, 2016

H-space MGB Story: Freshwater Cnidarian-Girl

PFC Stewart Peter Bate wasn't really sure what attracted him to the woman in the green dress standing amongst the tall reeds on the edge of the pond.  Her head was turned away from him.  She looked wistful as she stared out over the still water.

Was she pining over a love left behind?  Or maybe admiring the natural beauty of the trees and rushes on the other side of the pool?  It was a picturesque spot.  If it wasn't for the sky—all purple and red roiling clouds—you could be forgiven for thinking this was a natural beauty spot on Earth.

Bate stalked towards her through waist-high grass.  Why?  He couldn't tell you.  He couldn't even tell himself.

His heart was beating too fast.  He felt strangely tense.  His fingers clutched at empty air like metal clamps.  There was a pounding at his temples that might be the beginnings of a migraine.

Or something else.

He didn't know why he was going to the woman in green or what he'd do when he reached her.  It was as if he'd gone off-road and primal instinct had taken over the wheel.

An image of him throwing the woman to the floor and climbing on top to ravish her jumped to the forefront of his thoughts.

Repulsed, he pushed it aside.

That wasn't him.

Not anymore.

He stalked closer, his fingers clenching and unclenching of their own accord.

Who was this woman?  One of the science staff?  Medical?  Either way, a green summer dress didn't seem very practical for a tour out in H-space.  All she needed was a hat and parasol and she'd look like she was straight out of a painting you might find in one of the fancy-pants New York art galleries.

The girl turned just as he reached her.  If she was one of the station staff, Bate didn't recognize her.  He'd never seen her face around camp, and it was a face he'd have remembered.  Her long, wavy auburn hair was glossy and perfectly framed a beautiful heart-shaped face.  She smiled at Bate like a carefree girl-next-door, but there was altogether too much knowing in her bright green eyes.

"Oh, hi there."  She didn't seem fazed by Bate's presence at all.  "What do you want?"

Bate said nothing.  Muscles twitched in his thick arms.  His fingers clenched and unclenched.

What did he want?

That image of him throwing her to the ground, climbing on top, ripping that pretty dress aside and thrusting up into her tight wetness returned to his mind.

No.  That wasn't him.

A pinprick of pain in the back of his calf jolted him.  Damn, some marsh-dwelling bloodsucking insect must have bitten him.  It was an irritation, but in some respects Bate was glad of it as it distracted him from the frightening dark animalistic thoughts swirling through his brain.

Introduce yourself, his inner voice cajoled.

His tongue, which felt swollen enough to clog his whole mouth, refused to comply.

The girl laughed at his tongue-tied silence.  "It's okay.  I know what you want.  It's what all men want."

And then her bright green eyes were more than knowing.  Her face went full-on slutty as she undid the buttons of her blouse.

Oh yeah, a proper little slut, Bate thought.  His nostrils dilated as he pulled more air into his lungs.  A proper little slut he should put over his knee and give a good spanking.  And then...

No.  You don't do that.  Not anymore.

What material was her green dress made out of?  It looked strange—shiny, slick, stretchy.  The surface bulged and rippled as something moved underneath.  What was that?  It looked like a snake.  Or tentacle.

What was going on here?  Pressure pounded harder at Bate's temples.

He stared as the girl in the green dress opened up her top and revealed the lovely pink hemispheres of her titties.  Bate's gaze was drawn to them and roamed all over her luscious pink curves.

"Do you like them?" she cooed.

Why was she doing this?  They'd never even spoken before.

"Would you like to touch them?"  The girl pushed out her chest and proffered her naked breasts to him.

Bate's fingers twitched.  Yes he would.  He burned with the desire to press his hands into her lush pink curves.  To feel them.  To squeeze them.

The slick surface of her green dress rippled again as something sinuous pushed against it.

"Oh, but you can't," the girl said with a teasing smile.

Bate's brow furrowed as he realized it wasn't self-control keeping him from reaching up and giving her goods a good grope.  He couldn't move his hands.

"It's the paralyzing venom I injected you with," she said.

Or his arms.  Or his legs.  Or... anything.  Bate's eyes widened as he realized the extent of his paralysis.

"It's so you can't run away," the woman in the green dress said.

Bate desperately tried to get his muscles to obey his commands.  Nothing.  They were hard and rigid and locked in place as if he was a statue made of flesh.

"I'm not human," she said.

She reached down and parted what Bate had thought was a dress, but instead stretched and glistened like a flat sheet of jelly.

"See, no legs."

The girl-that-wasn't-a-girl opened her dress-that-wasn't-a-dress wider and a squirming mass of thick green tentacles tumbled out.  Bate saw a humanoid torso atop a ring of tentacles.  The surface of each tentacle was a translucent membrane wet with a layer of slime.  They slithered and crawled over Bate's legs, leaving trails of warm mucus.

"Let's see what we have here," the monster girl said as she undid and pulled away Bate's shirt and undershirt.

He did nothing to stop her.  He couldn't.

"Very nice," she said as she ran her hands over his broad chest.  They too felt moist against his skin and her fingers left behind glistening trails across his pecs and abs.  "Strong.  Vital.  You should last me a long time."

Her hands went down to his trousers.  She unbuckled them and dropped them along with his underwear.

"Oh yummy, and equipment to match," she said as she looked down at Bate's flaccid penis.

It didn't remain flaccid for long.  A bulbous tentacle—watery insides working beneath a transparent, lime-green membrane—slithered up, coiled around his member and began to pump back and forth.  It shouldn't have turned him on, but it did.  Her tentacles looked cold and slimy, but instead felt warm, yielding and slippery.  And she knew exactly how to move them to give Bate the greatest pleasure.

"You're not averse to the idea of sex with a hot alien babe, are you?" she said, bending close enough for the tip of her nose to brush against Bate's.

Bate's cock definitely wasn't.  Under her tender touch it had swelled out into a pulsing red erection.  It was very much looking forward to having sex with her.

But how?  She was just a human torso atop a mass of squirming green tentacles.  Where would he even put it...?

She parted her front tentacles to reveal a strange cylindrical appendage hanging down from her midriff.  The walls were slightly curved and tapered down to a plump ring of jelly.  As with her tentacles, the walls of the tube were green and translucent.

She put her hands on the side of his head and tilted it downwards.  For a moment Bate thought she was going to push his face into her cleavage, but then he realized she was just repositioning his head so he could better see what she was doing to him.

The plump ring at the end of the tube opened out and engulfed the swollen head of Bate's cock.  The curved walls expanded outwards and Bate's whole length was drawn into her green sheath.

A surprised snort escaped Bate's lips, all he could manage in his paralyzed state.  That felt nice.  Warm.  Wet.  Like he'd just entered sweet pussy.

He could see it as well.  The green tube was transparent.  He could see right through to his cock inside.  It looked weird, but felt... pleasant.  Like he was jerking himself off with some kind of freaky sex toy sheath.  He understood now why some guys bought the see-through toys.  It was a turn-on to see his big cock moving around inside.  The walls flexed and pulsed, and the ring at the end puffed up as the tube slid smoothly up and down his shaft.

The girl in the green dress leaned closer.

"It's not my pussy," she whispered in his ear.  "It's my mouth."

The flexible tube swelled and filled with hot, thick fluids that made Bate's cock tingle on contact.

"What does it feel like to watch your cock melt away in my digestive juices?" she said to him.

What the fu...!

An inarticulate cry struggled free of Bate's frozen lips.  Violent tremors ran through his body as he tried to free himself from the grip of whatever paralyzing agent she'd injected him with.  Water welled up in his eyes when he realized he couldn't.

The monster laughed.  She patted him on the chest.

"I'm joking," she said.  "I'd never waste good dick like that.  It's so much better giving it..."  She made a hissing sound as she sucked air in between her teeth.  The green tube narrowed and squeezed Bate's erection.  "...a good suck."

Pleasant tremors ran through Bate's body.  He didn't know what to think.  What she was doing to him—the pulsing strokes of the soft membrane, the way the throbbing motions swirled the warm fluids around his erection—felt really fucking good.  And his dick was visible inside her.  Bate could see it wasn't turning red or rotting away or anything gross like that.

Maybe she had a sick sense of humor.

Maybe this was just fucking.

She sounded like she was fucking.  The little hisses and gasps she made sounded like a loose woman getting a good hard fucking.

Bate relaxed and let himself get into it a bit more.  Her green flexible tube bulged and pulsed, and bubbles tickled Bate's cock as liquids sloshed back and forth inside her.  As weird as it looked, it felt like a big sloppy blowjob, and Bate was okay with getting one of those.

Then she said, "I am going to eat you though.  Or rather drink you."

Another stupid joke?

"There's no need to be afraid," she said.  "It will feel like one big orgasm after another as I suck all the cum out of you."

And then Bate knew she had to be joking.  He might not have much in the way of book smarts, but he knew enough biology to know you couldn't kill someone by sucking out all their cum.  All that would do was empty their balls and leave them feeling blissfully satiated.

Her tube throbbed and pulsed.  Sticky pleasures rippled up and down Bate's shaft.  It felt so good when she did that.

"Mmm, my body secretes a very special fluid that, when absorbed by the human male body, makes it convert all its tissues and fluids into cum.  It will make you come over and over until I've drunk you all up."

Bate's brow wrinkled.  This reminded him of something he'd heard at the first briefing after passing through the gate.  He hadn't paid any attention to it at the time because it had sounded like crazy bullshit and the person giving the briefing had looked like they'd been totally fucked in the head by PTSD or something like that.

"The fluid is best absorbed through the penis," she said.

She also sounded fucked up in the head.  Or maybe that was normal for alien babes with green tentacles.

Squoosh, squoosh.  The tube, now looking more like a stretchy rubber bag, throbbed and pulsed.  Thick sticky fluids churned around Bate's cock.  They felt like many soft lips brushing up and down his shaft.

"It just needs an activating agent," she said.  "Your semen."

Sure thing crazy alien babe, Bate thought.  You just... uh... keep doing what you're doing.

If only he could move enough to grind his hips back and forth against her.

He bent a finger.  The alien girl noticed.

"Tsk, looks like my paralyzing venom is wearing off.  Time to get you off."

Her flexible green tube throbbed with greater force.  She pressed up close to him and more of her soft warm tentacles wrapped around his body.

Oh yes, Bate thought.  Fuck me faster, you little alien slut.

Pliable membranes squeezed in and rubbed against the sides of Bate's glans.

Oh, god, yes.

And then he was coming.  He felt it rise up inside him and then surge from him in a great gushing flood.  He even saw it.  Dense white clouds of his spunk billowed out inside her throbbing green tube.

"And now I drink," she said.

He felt it first as a pleasant rise in temperature inside her tube.  Then a strange feeling of looseness inside his body, as if all the substance of his being was gravitating down to his balls.  He had little time to dwell on it as her body gave a great gulping suck and Bate was coming again so hard his legs felt like overdone spaghetti.

The alien girl let out gasps and grunts of naked sexual abandon as her body writhed against him and her flexible tube throbbed, sucked and gulped.  And not just her tube, her breasts—now the same translucent green color as her lower body—swelled and ebbed as she imbibed Bate.

Bate was too much in the grip of sensation to notice.  Oh yes, you keep that up, you dirty alien slut, he thought as he released another thick billowing white cloud inside her.  His thoughts flew apart in an incoherent steam of animal pleasure.  Again and again he spurted thick clouds of semen inside her.  He didn't even have to do anything, it was like she was pumping it all out of him.

Pump.  Pump.  She filled up with milky-white clouds even as Bate diminished.

Pump.  Pump.  Bate expired with a perverse last gasp full of blissed-out ecstasy.

She emptied him and let his wasted corpse slide down into the water between the weeds.  There it would join the other bones lying beneath the still waters of the quiet little pool.

Sunday, April 10, 2016

H-space MGB Profile: Latexian Scylla

Name:  Latexian Scylla
Type:  Scylla
Habitat:  Lake Latex

Description:
At first glance the latexia scylla looks like a beautiful noblewoman lounging on a floating circular platform.  The woman resembles, but is not human.  Her eyes are octopoidal and her ears are pointed and stick out from the side of her head.

The platform maintains buoyancy through a series of gas-filled bladders on the underside.  Hanging down from the platform are a multitude of black, segmented tentacles.  The tentacles terminate in a variety of different appendages and are likely specialised for different tasks.

While it looks as though the woman is wearing a full latex dress that covers the whole platform, in reality this is to disguise where her body merges with the platform, as the woman, floating platform, and tentacles are all part of the same organism.

Attack Strategy:
While the latexian scylla is capable of astonishingly quick vertical movement by regulating the contents of her gas bladders, they are not capable of rapid horizontal movement.  At first the latexian scyllas took advantage of our unfamiliarity with them in order to get close.  More recently they've taken to hiding their approach within dense clouds of ink.

When faced with a group of targets, the scylla first blinds and disorients them by spewing out copious clouds of black ink.  During the resulting confusion she snatches a man up in her tentacles and rises to an altitude where she can feed undisturbed.

The latexian scylla feeds by draining the energy and fluids of their prey.  This is done through a special suction tentacle they attach to the genitals of their captive.  While they're capable of generating a large amount of suction, the scyllas do not exsanguinate their prey, instead—as with other H-space indigenous organisms—the feeding process is unusual and complex.  They need us aroused, sexually, before they can feed off us.  Her powerful suction does nothing until she stimulates her captive to ejaculation.  Then it's as if a conduit is opened up between her prey and her, and she is able to drain them completely of their life and fluids in a few short minutes.

Some of my colleagues see the complex feeding behaviour of the H-space indigenous organisms—the way they seem to need their prey to be sexually stimulated—as a conundrum to be picked apart and dissected until science discovers the answer.  I do not share their enthusiasm or optimism.  Nothing makes sense from a biological perspective.  It's insanity... pure insanity.

Countermeasures:
Latexian scyllas are tricky to engage in combat.  Now that they know we're aware of them, they stay hidden within dense clouds of ink.  They are not impervious to bullets, but as with other higher H-space organisms, they are capable of rapid regeneration.  Eyewitnesses have reported seeing bullet-hole punctures in their air bladders close up almost instantaneously.  Despite this I still think the best strategy is to target the gas bladders with sustained bursts of fire.  Bring the scylla to the ground and then target the head.

Threat Level:
Moderate-to-high.

Personnel stationed at FOB Rigg have reported that the "ink storms" seen out over Lake Latex are becoming more frequent and severe.  This is a troubling development.

Saturday, April 09, 2016

H-space MGB Story: Latexian Scylla

PFC Stewart Peter Bate saw it first, when it was little more than a far-off speck in a sky filled with roiling pink and purple clouds.  They were walking across Lake Latex, that curious, seemingly natural formation that resembled a lake of shiny black rubber.  The name was misleading as the 'lake' was solid enough to walk upon.  The 'latex' part still fit, as the surface had a similar elasticity and spring.

"What do you think it is?" he asked First Lieutenant Kevin Wright, the squad leader.

The dot, clearly larger than a bird, was getting larger as it drifted closer.

"Could be one of the jellyfish girls," LT Wright said.  "They're common in this region."

"Yeah, I heard of them," Bate said.  "Also heard some of the men use them for R & R."

LT Wright snorted.  "Those degenerates would fuck a fish if they thought it would give them good head.

There was a pause while the lieutenant placed a hand over his eyes and squinted at the far-off object.

"The jellyfish girls aren't harmless, but they're not that dangerous either.  If she drifts too close we'll try to shoo her off and if that fails, shoot her down."

"And if our guns don't fire."  Bate had heard about that too.

"That's why we have these," SPC Jon Lehane said.  His biceps rippled as he showed off a long gleaming steel harpoon with a wickedly barbed point.

They continued across the lake and the object in the sky continued to drift closer, clearly on an intercept course.  Bate wondered what it was.  Tentacles writhed beneath it and an indistinct figure sat on top of it.

Frowning, LT Wright brought the squad to a halt.

"Not a jellyfish girl?" Bate said.

"No, this is something new."

The shape grew clearer as it drew closer.  Bate saw a pale-skinned woman lounging on some kind of floating platform.  Beneath the platform thick black tentacles coiled and writhed.

"Okay, listen up," LT Wright said.  "We have a possible first contact scenario here.  I want you all to be on your best behavior.  We're representing everyone back home.  Be watchful, but be diplomatic."

The alien drifted closer.  Assuming she was an alien.  Aside from an unusual skin tone that seemed a little too pale, she looked human in all other respects.

"That means no itchy fingers on triggers," LT Wright said.  "No one, I repeat no one, is to open fire unless I give the order.

The squad leader held up his hand in a gesture of peace as the alien hindig floated up to them.  She stopped in front of them, hovering about eight feet off the ground.  Behind her the flat glossy black expanse of Lake Latex stretched away to the horizon.

Close up it was clearer she wasn't human.  Her skin was too pale and had a blueish tinge rather than the pink tinge of human flesh.  Her brown eyes looked more like the eyes of an octopus with their horizontal black bar pupils.  Her ears were also long and pointed, and stuck out from the side of her head like the ears of a fantasy elf.

A real-life alien, in the flesh, Bate thought.

"I am Lieutenant Kevin Wright," LT Wright said.  "I represent both the United States government and the people of planet Earth.  Who do I have the honor of addressing?"

The alien woman lounged on a circular platform.  A collection of shiny black airbags swelled and contracted on the underside of the platform like great black lungs.  Bate wondered if they were what gave the platform its buoyancy.  Also hanging from the underside were a proliferation of thick black tentacles.  They were segmented, and coiled and uncoiled like a nest of giant earthworms.  Some tapered to a tip while others terminated in strange organic structures—some bulbous, others gaping orifices—each seemingly designed for a different task.  All appeared to be covered in the same glossy black rubber as the surface of the lake.  Even the woman.  She wore a tight black bodice of the same material that billowed out below the waist into a dress that was large enough to spill over the edges of the platform.  The way the shiny material emphasized her bust and showed off her cleavage reminded Bate uncomfortably of kinky film clips he'd seen on the internet.  These were not thoughts to be thinking in a first contact situation with an alien race!

"I am Vampuum," the floating hindig replied.

Bate was shocked that she could not only understand English, but speak it as well.  LT Wright didn't seem fazed by it, almost as though it was expected.  Bate wondered if their squad leader had access to additional intel the common grunts didn't.

"It is an honor to meet you, Vampuum," LT Wright said.  "My government is interested in forging mutually beneficial relationships with the peoples of this world.  Can you direct us to the nearest population center and seat of authority?"

"Oh, I'm not interested in that," Vampuum said.  She looked over each of the men.  The tentacles beneath her platform writhed and coiled in a way Bate found weirdly hypnotic.  "I'm wondering which of you delectable morsels I should pick to suck all the juices out of."

Fuck, Bate thought.  Hostile.

The men didn't need instruction from their squad leader.  They were already swinging their guns in the direction of the alien.  Too slow, though, too slow.  At the same time, two of the tentacles, each terminating in a strange mouth-like structure, pointed in their direction and belched a thick cloud of black ink over the squad.

Everything went dark.  Bate couldn't see a thing.  He heard gunfire and shot in the direction he thought he'd last seen the alien girl.  Had they hit it?  He heard no confirmation, no cry of pain.

Probably not, he realized with dread as he felt something, or rather somethings, coil around his limbs and body.  They were muscular and powerful.  Bate's weapon and pack were stripped from him, his arms were pinned to his sides and his legs bound together.  He was yanked off his feet and felt a strong upward force as the hindig rose like a weather balloon.  Bate burst through the top of the black cloud and watched in horror as the ground rushed away from him.

They'd never find him, he thought as the dense cloud of ink receded to a small smudge.  The men were already shrinking to less than ants.  Even if they thought to look up, Bate would be just a dot in the sky to them.

The hindig reached her desired altitude and stopped.  Bate stopped trying to struggle free of her tentacles.  Now he was praying she wouldn't let him go.  Falling from this height would be like jumping out of a plane without a parachute.

She looked him over.  One of her tentacles slid beneath his top and tore it open to expose his chest.  Another tentacle—Bate had a horrible feeling that the tentacles, and the platform, were part of her body—slid across his pecs.  The slender tip tickled against his nipples as Vampuum's eyes shone with unhealthy lust.

"Very agreeable," she said.  "Very agreeable indeed."

What did she want with him?  Down on the lake she'd said she was going to eat one of them up, but up here there were different hungers burning in her eyes.

"Don't do this," Bate said.  "There will be repercussions.  My government won't stand back and tolerate acts of aggression against its representatives.  It will mean war between our worlds."

Vampuum laughed airily.  "Such things don't concern me."

Her tentacle hooked under Bate's pants and ripped them open to expose his genitals.

"We exist to seduce and suck.  You exist to be seduced and sucked."

Her tentacle slid between his thighs and tickled the underside of his nuts.

What the fuck?  Did she want to... fuck him?

Vampuum smiled coyly at him.  She pulled down her shiny black top to expose her tits.  They were a nice pair as well—big, round, firm.  She placed hands under them and proffered them like a greengrocer showing off his proudest wares.

"Are you not seduced," she said.

Nope, Bate was definitely not seduced.  Being a mile up in the air with only the tentacles of an over-amorous alien between you and splattery death on the ground far below didn't really set the right mood.

Vampuum laughed.  "I see not.  Oh well, seduction was never one of my strengths.  No matter, once I have you in my suction tube you'll give me everything.  They all do."

She shifted position on the platform.  A bump rose beneath the black rubber and burrowed towards Bate as if there was a giant snake or worm under the sheet.  It was another segmented tentacle, larger and thicker than the rest.  It emerged at the edge of the platform and reared up before Bate like a venomous snake.  The tentacle terminated in a black bulbous structure that looked like it was made out of an artificial substance—rubber—rather than flesh.  A cushioned donut at the tip ringed a narrow opening moist with transparent oils.  For all its artificial appearance, the opening pulsed and gaped like a living orifice.

Bate did not like the look of that.  He started squirming against his tentacle bonds.  To no avail, the alien girl coiled them tighter until he couldn't move at all.

The bulbous suction cup attached itself to Bate's crotch.  The bulb swelled and Bate's penis was sucked inside.

"We'll start gently," she said.  "Your pricks are fragile until they get a little blood inside them and we wouldn't want to tear it off by accident."

She said it with a malicious sparkle in her eyes, as if she knew she could say whatever she liked to freak him out and it wouldn't stop her from getting what she wanted.

Her suction cup molded to the contours of his crotch and formed an airtight seal.  His penis was stretched out within the bulb and blood flowed down into it in an autonomous response that had nothing to do with Bate's current arousal, or rather lack of it.

"You can't do this," he protested.  "This is..."  He couldn't even bring himself to say it, or was even sure it applied.

The hindig lounged back on her platform and toyed with her naked breasts.

"You're not on Earth now, silly human," she said.  "This is the Dominion of Lust.  These are our skies."

"Why war?" Bate said.

"War?" Vampuum laughed as if she thought it ridiculous.

The soft rubbery bulb throbbed between Bate's legs.

"Mmm, you're getting harder.  You should start to feel pleasure now."

Yeah, Bate felt pleasure.  Her weird tube thing was sucking him off.  It didn't matter.  It wasn't the warm mouth of a cute girl and neither was it a moist tight pussy.  He knew it was some weird alien suction tube thing, and because he knew it was a freaky alien suction tube thing, there was no way she was going to...

Oh.

Vampuum smiled.  The black suction bulb pulsed more strongly.  Bate's cock swelled within it and pressed through the center of a plump donut of soft material.  Wet with lubricant, the inner ring pumped up and down Bate's shaft as the bulb swelled and ebbed around him.

"We feed on your pleasure... your sexual energy," she said.  "And you're all so eager to give it to us."

The black airbags beneath her platform swelled as her suction tube continued to throb away around Bate's cock.  He felt like he was plunging back and forth into the most deliciously tight ass you could imagine.  It took all of his self-control to fight back the urge to fill the pulsing rubber bulb with his cream.

"You can try to hold on as much as you like," Vampuum taunted.  "I'm still going to pump you dry."

Another tentacle, this one terminating in a slender tip rather than a bulbous suction cup, slithered between Bate's buttocks.  It wormed up into Bate's ass.  His sphincter clenched and tried to repel the invader, but the tentacle, slick with lubricant, burrowed deeper.

"It's all about giving the right spot a little tickle," she teased.

She held up a finger and made a little flicking gesture.  Within Bate's body the tip of her tentacle flickered back and forth against his prostate.  A warm wave of pleasure flowed out across Bate's body and was drawn into the tube sucking away at his crotch.  The tight inner ring pumped harder and faster up and down his shaft.  Bate felt little warning trembles in his knees and all over his body.  Fuck, he was going to come.

"And then..."

Vampuum put her finger between her lips and sucked.

The black airbags beneath her platform swelled up.  The rubber suction cup contracted around Bate's genitals and he gasped as the force gripped him.  Too much.  Too much.

And then...

Oh fuck yeah.

His cock swelled and he emptied the biggest, most satisfying load of cum he'd ever deposited anywhere.  The ecstatic release of orgasm shuddered through him as she sucked out the contents of his balls.

Fuck, you got me, bitch, Bate thought.  Not that he minded too much.  It might be a freaky alien suction tube thing, but it was a fucking awesome freaky alien suction tube thing that gave out the best blowjob Bate had ever experienced.

He relaxed in the grip of her coils.  Maybe this wouldn't turn out so bad after all.

The tube kept sucking.

"I'll take it from here," Vampuum said, her eyes as cold as the bluish tinges to her skin.

Bate twitched in her tentacles.  Fuck, he was still coming.  How?  It was like she was pumping it out of him in a constant pulsing stream.  The black balloons beneath her platform kept swelling like bellows as she sucked.  The tentacle within Bate's ass pressed on his prostate like it was a button and semen kept pouring out of him.

Lost to the sensual ecstasy of the release, Bate writhed and squirmed in her tentacles.  Too much.  He couldn't stop.  The flow wouldn't stop.

Where was it all coming from?  His balls had to be drained by now.

A glance down revealed the horrifying answer.  The skin around her black suction cup had an unhealthy gray pallor and was starting to shrivel.  Not just there.  His arms were wasting away.  As were his legs and chest.  Wasting away.  All of him wasting away.  He glanced at Vampuum with fearful eyes.

Vampuum sat on her platform and regarded him with imperious grace.

She sucked and sucked as Bate jittered helplessly in the grip of a never-ending climax.  His body shriveled and withered away as she pumped out all the fluids within it.  Then, having sucked Bate completely dry, she released his empty husk and let it spiral down to the surface of Lake Latex far below.

* * * *

Jesus fuck! SPC Stewart Peter Bate thought as the mummy fell out of the sky and crashed into the yielding black surface of Lake Latex right in front of him.

Fuck, that had scared the shit right out of him.  Just like one of those cheap horror jump scares where the rotting corpse springs right up in someone's face.  This poor bastard looked in no better condition than those schlocky horror movie props.  The flesh was desiccated, as if the corpse had been lying out in the desert for a couple of years.

Uh oh.

Bate noticed something familiar about the mummy's torn jacket.

A check of the dog tags confirmed it.

"Sir, I've found Tovey... I think."

Friday, August 08, 2014

Let's Play Violated Hero 5! part 6

Time for more Violated Hero 5: Even More Anal Intrusions.  The first part of the playthrough is here.  The ‘anal intrusions’ mention might have already tipped you off, but if it hasn’t be warned that Violated Hero 5 is a mucky hentai game and minors and the easily offended should stop reading at this point.

Last time around Luka-clone got tripled teamed by a trio of muscular former martial artists who were also not really feminine in other anatomical features as well.  In canon reality Luka-clone kicked their ass.  He doesn’t even have to get them to promise to be good girls as their shame at being owned by a feeble human has them resolve to go away and devote themselves to ascetic practices until they’ve improved.

Ariel slinks back and pats us on the head for being a good boy.

Again Luka-clone wonders if he’s achieved everything.  He suspects the Asuras will simply challenge him again once they’ve completed their training.

Ariel explains her running away is so that he can level up faster, or something like that.  Then she runs off again.

Oh.  Who’s this?  The screen goes all swirly and then we’re alone in the dark with another new character.  She looks like the girl from the cover of the game.  Is there a bigger bad behind the big bad.  She looks like Alice from Monster Girl Quest.  In a silly hat!


Mysterious snake girl refuses to give her name and mysteriously buggers off.  We’ll just call her Alice in a silly hat for now.

So what was all that about then?

Ariel comes back and her educational instruction involves slapping us around.  I’m pretty sure there are laws against that nowadays.

Off we metastatize to world number 4.  This one looks like some kind of temple.  It looks a bit like Petra, also known as the City Where Indiana Jones Found The Holy Grail.


Interestingly, the silhouettes of the wandering mooks don’t look like obvious palette swaps this time around.

Mook 1 has a huge axe.  They’re named Demon’s Little Pal.  Nothing little about that damn axe at all, although isn’t as scary as her mouth.  I’m going to take a guess and assume Demon’s Little Pal is not much of a kisser, not unless you’d like your lips fish-hooked off.


Mook 2 is . . .

Um . . . (snigger)

Mook 2 is . . .

Sorry, too busy laughing.

Bok bok bok.


Fear the wrath of Chicken Lady.

Normally it’s Red Oni, Blue Oni.  I’m guessing Blue Oni had other engagements that prevent her from appearing in this game.

At the end of the level we end up outside on some kind of plateau and Luka hears a strange sound.


Hello, naughty tentacles.  And, wow, Luka-clone is definitely more pro-active this time as he slices most of the up with his sword.

And also definitely more pervy.  Guess which bits he’s focused on when Little Miss Squid shows up.  Little Miss Squid is named Nayura.  I don’t know if that means anything in Japanese.  My translators failed and I had to look up the katakana.


“Your crying, I want to hear it.”

Um, thanks Nayura.  I don’t suppose you know any monster girls with a sweet disposition and GSoH?

Shluurrpp!

Guess that’s a no then.  And fight!

Luka-clone, the little badass, hacks her into sushi.  That leaves alt!Luka-clone to stand up and take those naughty tentacles in various orifices in the name of gender equality.

The tentacles grab Luka-clone after his loss.  They almost get Ariel as well (o, what might have been), but she flies off.

This looks complicated.  So what do we have here?  Arms and legs sucked up in big tentacle tubes; tentacle wrapped around the throat; sucker working on one nipple; tentacle wrapped around cock; probably tentacles in the butt as well.  Yep, prognosis fucked.


Nayura gives us a blowjob.  She has tentacles in her mouth as well for added BJ skillz.

She ends the first scene saying she is both beautiful and horrifying, and Luka-clone will be reborn to be just like her.

Luka-clone goes under the cloak of tentacles.  Nayura sucks up our cock in a squish fuck-tube.


It starts to get ominous when more tentacles wrap around us.


“When you wake you’ll be just like me.”

And witness the birth of Luka-squid.  You’ve changed buddy.  There are a couple of growths on your chest and you appear to be wearing a squid for a hat.


I suppose it’s getting off lightly.  This time last game Luka-clone was being eaten by a giant sandworm with a slime girl for a tongue.  Not a bad scene, but again I wish the artwork wasn’t quite so cartoony.

Hmm, and as for my tentacle girl stories—I did hide a nice Octopus girl story in this recent collection.

Next up we’re off to Outer Space!  Aliens!  Lightning Android Girls!