Monster Unleashed

Preface: a spaceship transporting a dangerous lifeform across the galaxy is compromised when the creature escapes its cell and murders the entire crew. The ship crash-lands on planet Earth in a young woman's backyard. Ellie boards the ship to investigate, bringing her face to face with the most terrifying alien monster... if you don't like tentacles, turn back now!

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I wake up in the middle of the night to a loud, booming noise.

The house trembles. Light fixtures shake. Picture frames drop from the walls, pots and pans clatter against the kitchen cupboards. My two cats scurry cartoonishly from the bed as if the danger is right here in the room with us. It would be a lie to say that I am not scared shitless.

I sit upright in bed, a frown on my face. I don't tend to appreciate anything remotely resembling a ruckus. Especially not in the middle of the night. I moved to the middle of nowhere for a reason.

I huff over to the window and pry back the gauzy, yellow curtains to look outside. I expect to see the usual view of the endlessly grassy fields that surround my house in all directions and a distant mountain range that pierces the starry sky. My closest neighbor is five miles east, and sometimes, even that's too close.

But that is not all I see tonight.

There's something out in the field--something big and glowing and obviously the source of the absurdly loud noise. From this distance, it looks like an unidentifiable hunk of metal simply dropped from the sky and landed square in the middle of my backyard. Smoke billows from it's spot on the ground up towards the night sky in haggard, troubled puffs, while vaguely green lights blink in and out of existence in varying degrees of brightness.

I groan. Whatever this is, it's about to be a pain in my ass.

Grudgingly, I fetch a robe and yank on a pair of boots before venturing out into the dark, stopping to grab the baseball bat that rests permanently against the back door for occasions such as these. I'm not sure who, or what, could be out there at this time of night, but I'll be damned if I'm going out there unprepared.

The brisk night air hits my cheeks like a ghoulish kiss, and I shiver.

I stomp purposefully through the damp grass straight for the mysterious object, wondering if I should simply stay inside and call the cops. What can I say, I'm a thrill seeker. Or a dumbass. I guess I'll find out which one I am tonight.

The closer I get to the wreckage, the less I'm sure of what it is.

It is simply huge. Like, airplane huge, only not at all shaped like an airplane. It's vaguely disc-shaped, but thicker and clunkier, not like any vehicle I've ever seen before. The blinking lights are not the standard car headlights I expected to see, but several dozen orb-shaped lights that cover the vehicle and seem to be on the verge of short-circuiting. Perhaps most shocking is the damage the thing did to the field--there's a path of shredded vegetation where it must have skidded brutally through the grass, ending in a crater of its own creation that's wider than my house and twice as deep.

There's a hatch on the side of the object that vaguely resembles a door. Against my better judgement, I approach.

It can't be as easy as simply turning a lever and walking inside, can it?

It is.

Like an idiot, I enter. I clutch my baseball bat tightly, not entirely sure what I'm walking into.

Inside, a bloodbath has occurred.

Bodies litter the floor, lifelessly oozing blood and gore, some missing heads and some with limbs chopped completely off. Dark liquid coats the walls in hectic patterns, the color closer to deep violet than red, but the consistency of it is clearly that of blood. But the dead bodies and the abundance of blood are not the most unusual details in this gruesome scene.

The people on the ground are... blue.

Large, blue skinned, black haired, and corded with muscle, their skin is decorated with strangely intricate tattoos that are clearly of a foreign language. They lay motionless, clearly dead. It's not immediately clear what killed them.

I want to vomit, but I manage to hold back the bile in my throat.

In the back of my mind, I am processing that this is very likely a spaceship, and the deceased are very likely of extraterrestrial origin. In the front of my mind, I am wondering what sort of tragedy resulted in the apparent crashing of the ship and the killing of roughly a dozen blue-skinned people?

Yup, definitely should have stayed in bed.

While I am contemplating the likelihood of extraterrestrial beings and how such a thing would affect my view of the world, I notice a trail of what appears to be black slime leading away from the bridge. I crouch down on the ground to run my fingers through it and find the consistency to be thick like mucus. It leads deep into the ship, a path beckoning me forward.

Like a cat with nine lives to spare, I plunge onward, my curiosity outweighing everything else. I have to see for myself exactly what happened here.

The hallways of the ship are sleek and narrow. Lightbulbs flicker overhead in a strobe-like manner, plunging the hallway into brief moments of darkness. My heart is racing; my palms are sweaty. I definitely should not be exploring this ship.

After taking a closer look at the trail of slime, I can see that it is mixed with blood. Something was dragging--or being dragged--down this hallway.

An unexpected sound stops me in my tracks. It's coming from further down the hall, lurking just out of view, concealed by the shadows of a dark corner. I turn my ear towards the sound in an attempt to identify it--unnecessary, as the horrible, wet sound is unmistakably that of a wild animal feasting on raw meat. At least, that's exactly what it sounds like.

Slurping. Chewing. Swallowing.

Something is feeding.

Every instinct is telling at me to run, to get the hell off of this ship and as far away from here as possible. Move to another country. For whatever is making these noises is surely the thing responsible for this massacre of the crew. Perhaps it was being held captive on this ship and somehow managed to escape. My fear bubbles up in my throat and emerges as a strangled cry. I quickly clamp a hand over my mouth to quiet myself, but it's too late.

The sounds of chewing pause.

It heard me.

The shadows at the end of the hall shift. A towering shape materializes.

I turn around and run.

Something of great size and girth is chasing me, hurling through the hallway behind me at an increasing speed. I'm running as fast as I can, but the floor is slippery with blood and slime, and I'm having a hard time keeping my footing. I am frantically trying to put distance between me and the monster.

I throw open a random door and hurl myself inside. I seem to have entered some kind of infirmary. The room is long and spacious, spanning several yards. Beds are turned over, and various medical equipment litters the floor, having been dumped during the crash. I close the door and lean up against it, heart hammering against my ribs.

I am thrown forward as something bashes in the door. I scramble to my feet, not wasting time to look over my shoulder, and bolt further into the infirmary. I make it only a few feet before something slimy grips me by the ankle and yanks hard.

I fall elbows-first onto the hard floor as the wind is knocked forcefully from my lungs. I am being dragged backwards, into the depths of the ship, while I claw uselessly at the ground in an attempt to find purchase. It's pointless, of course. I am about to be eaten by an alien monster, and no one is around to save me.

I am flipped onto my back, and I finally get a good look at the thing.

It's hideous, but I could have guessed that.

I'm not sure what I'm looking at. Over twelve feet tall, the thing is vaguely squid-shaped, with a black, bulbous body and thick tentacles swirling around it like a peacock's feathers. Two elongated fangs dangle from it's blood soaked maw. Glassy, orb-like eyes peer at me from within a squishy, twisted face. The creature drips with black slime, shedding the stuff like a second skin. The thin, spindly legs that support it are similar to that of a long-legged spider.

I think I'm in a state of shock. I can't feel my legs, so that can't be a good sign.

I am lifted vertically into the air and held there, supported by the alien's slimy embrace. My body sags into weightlessness.

My nightgown is ripped away, and I am completely naked.

A tentacle curls around my neck and squeezes, cutting off my breathing. After the desperate sounds of my choking, the tentacle around my neck loosens slightly, allowing me to breathe while still remaining firmly in place. It must want me alive for whatever comes next. This can't be a good sign.

A tentacle slithers between my breasts. They jiggle in response to the creature's poking and prodding. It's a strange thing to be groped by an alien lifeform, having my breasts fondled by slimy appendages. A tentacle wraps around my right breast, joined soon by another that wraps around my left. They squeeze tight, and my nipples pop obscenely. My chest is soon a sticky mess.

My mouth is forced open, and a tentacle nudges past my lips and slides down my throat. I gag around it. It fills my esophagus, and then retreats, repeating this pattern a couple of times while grunting in displeasure. I get the feeling it wants me to suck--I am not sure how I know this, but when I do, the slimy thing in my mouth finally settles. An earthy, sickly sweet taste spreads across my tongue. My instincts take over and I continue to suckle.

It holds me tighter, and soon my naked body is encased in slime. My breasts and stomach are sticky with the stuff; the excretion is coating me like a second skin. Thick tentacles are wrapped along the length of my bare legs--at first, I don't notice that it's slowly prying me open, but suddenly, I'm fully spread. I frantically attempt to close my legs, but I can't get them to budge even an inch. The creature's hold on me is unbearably tight. Panic swells.

A slimy limb snakes up my thigh, and a lightbulb goes off in my head as I finally realize what the creature wants.

My gasp is lost around the tentacle lodged in my throat.

I thrash uselessly, suspended in mid-air by this monstrous thing. Something slimy and blunt nudges rudely at the entrance to my cunt, and I barely have a second to process what's about to happen before it slips inside.

The copious amounts of slime make the penetration rather seamless.

It fills me swiftly, plunging the depths of my walls in a single swoop. I clench around its girth, unable to help the tingly sensations that manifest between my legs. I haven't been stretched down there in quite some time--I'm surprised when my walls open so willingly to accept the foreign intruder. There's a lot of pressure--the sticky, slippery appendage is thicker than the average human male's penis.

I feel myself become pliant and willing, and the panic begins to subside. Whatever toxins the foreign creature is leeching into my body seem to be acting as an aphrodisiac. A delicious tightening in my lower belly takes me by surprise.

The tentacle up my cunt withdraws, and dives immediately back in. It pumps me in time with the one down my throat, and soon, I am clenching uncontrollably, the beginnings of a powerful orgasm within reach. Horrible, disgusting, and unnatural--but I am unable to stop it from happening.

The creature holds me tightly while I come.

I'm writhing and shuddering in the grip of the tentacles. Their hold on me tightens almost painfully.

It's body buzzes with excitement at the response it managed to extract from me. The gushing fluid from my orgasm seems to excite the creature most of all--the tentacle in my cunt fully withdraws from me, coated in my juices, so that the creature can examine it with its big, black eyes.

I continue to suck on the tentacle in my mouth, because that seems to make it happy. I find myself wanting to keep it happy. We stay like this for a while, me sucking, the creature holding me.

There's a suspicious shifting.

Two tentacles snake between my ass crack and pry my cheeks apart. Moments later, something prods at my asshole.

"No," I try to say, but my protest is muffled and unintelligible. The creature wouldn't have been able to understand me anyway.

It's thicker than my arm and several feet long, something that, under normal circumstances, I would not be able to fit inside of me. But now, in the clutches of this monster, I don't have a choice in the matter.

I stiffen as it breaches my tightest hole. Stretching me. Filling me.

Deeper, deeper, and deeper it goes, plunging the depths of my bowels without any regard for my comfort. Using my lower intestine as a sleeve. My body jerks as the tentacle breaches my second anal ring. It's too big. Tears are streaming down my cheeks.

There've got to be nearly three feet of tentacle stuffed up my ass. Nudging at the base of my lungs. Making my belly bulge.

My asshole is well and truly stretched. My body is lax, and it feels like I'm floating on a cloud, pure bliss warming me from the inside. The tentacle withdraws, leaving me empty for a moment before plunging quickly back up my rectum. In and out, in and out, in and out.

A tentacle swiftly fills my cunt, and I become positively airtight.

With a tentacle up my pussy and another lodged deep inside my rectum, my second orgasm comes hard and quick. My body trembles mid-air--tightly restrained.

I'm being pumped by tentacles in all holes. They seem determined to burrow inside my every available cavity. Two tiny tentacles find my ear canals and slither inside. Another one, smaller and thinner, prods of my urethra, trying to find a way into the tiny orifice. After a few moments, it succeeds, and the pressure between my legs increases tenfold. I lose my bladder. It's a completely foreign sensation to me, but not unpleasant.

I come again.

I'm not sure how much time passes, or how many orgasms, but it's quite some time before the creature relaxes its grip on me.

I am lowered to the ground, a blubbering mess of slime and cum, exhaustion quickly approaching. The creature settles atop me, covering me like a blanket. After a while, it stills. The alien monster appears to be sleeping. Its tentacles rest peacefully within my holes.

I'm having an out-of-body experience. I am more relaxed than I've ever been, despite the danger of being at this creature's mercy. The aftershocks of the pleasure make me delirious, and soon I'm drifting off to sleep.

I'm vaguely aware that the ship is moving.

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"How many dead?"

"Fourteen, sir."

Captain Cahn stands on the command deck with a grim expression on his face. He is pretty beaten and bruised, but miraculously alive, which is more than can be said for the rest of the crew.

A tragedy of great magnitude--the majority of his crew butchered and dead. All because he agreed to transport the tentacle creature from one end of the galaxy to the other to be studied on their home planet. He shouldn't have let the scientists talk him into it.

Dr. Meekan stands beside him. The leading scientist managed to lock himself in a supply closet while the creature tore apart the crew. The two of them are the only survivors.

Lucky for them, the human stowaway seems to be keeping the creature occupied--a distraction that allowed the two officers time to sneak down to the engine room for repairs.

And now, they watch on the security cameras as the creature claims the girl.

"Are you seeing this?" Dr. Meekan's tone is one of fascination.

"Unfortunately." Captain Cahn does not share the doctor's affinity for the tentacled lifeform.

The two officers watch in disbelief as a rather unnerving scene plays out on the security cameras. The tentacle creature, after managing to escape captivity and murder their entire crew, is mating with a human girl.

The captain grimaces as the creature fills her with its slimy appendages. She writhes, suspended in the air by its many limbs, a look of dazed confusion on her pale face. "The human must have come aboard while we were unconscious."

The girl is slack in the creature's grasp, and it's unclear if she's experiencing terror or pleasure. Perhaps a bit of both.

"I've secured the entrance to the lower level. It won't be able to get out." Dr. Meekan is confident about this assertion.

The captain is doubtful; seeing as how the creature wasn't supposed to be able to get out the first time. "Can we expect any further episodes of violence from it?"

"Now that it's chosen the human as a mate, it should be sufficiently occupied until we get back to Oor'nave. It will wake every couple of hours and go through a mating cycle. I'm afraid the human is in for a long journey."

The captain asks, "And once we arrive back home, should we try to extract the girl?" He feels truly awful about leaving her down there to be the creature's plaything, but what can he do?

Dr. Meekan shakes his head. "If we do, we risk angering the creature. I'll likely have to keep them both in my lab indefinitely."

"Will the creature's seed find purchase in the human female's womb?" Captain Cahn desperately hopes the answer is no. The last thing he needs is a bunch of these things running around.

Captain Cahn finds Dr. Meekan's admiration nothing short of terrifying.

"I suppose we'll find out."