TENTACULA 2


BY STORMBRINGER

Thanks to Niceman for his input.





HUNGER

Rhyull was hungry. More than just hungry. His need was a clawing sensation deep inside, overriding everything else, refusing to let him sleep, and clouding his thoughts. It had been the same ever since he had fed on the psychic emissions of the small golden-skinned female. Standing over nine feet tall on his movement-tentacles, any of the creatures on this alien planet looked small to him.

It had been fine at the time. Even though the female had struggled at first, he had manipulated her in the correct ways, learned from watching her own manipulation of another female body. Maybe he had looked strange to her? Maybe the females of this planet were not used to being controlled by a being with thirty tentacles? But she had responded well enough. Her body had released the appropriate fluids, had made the appropriate movements associated with one about to release their psychic emanation, his food. And what food it was! So much richer, so much stronger than that released by the food-ferns of his home planet. He wanted more. 
Needed more, he realised, admitting the truth to himself at last. Yes needed, needed desperately. He was addicted to the female emanation as if to a drug. How else could he explain his decision to cancel the rescue beacon broadcasting his position? How else explain the fact that he had turned his back on his own people, effectively stranding himself on this strange world forever? And finally, how else could he explain his own determination to repeat the experience over and over, even though he now knew it to be fatal to the female involved?

Basically a civilised creature, he rationalised this last part away. After all, the ones he had seen so far were little better than animals. They made no communication on any wavelength he could receive. And they lived in poorly designed, flimsy dwellings that were little more than a thin material held up by sticks. There were signs of primitive workmanship around the dwelling area but, no, even if they were the dominant species on this planet they were so far removed from his own civilisation as to be little more than animals. And animals existed at the whim of the civilised, to be bred or consumed at need. Satisfied by his logic even while realising that he was twisting it to suit himself, he set off in search of food.






CAMPSITE

It was Pippa's screams that jolted Tom from his satiated sleep. Pippa had certainly given him cause enough to sleep with her frenzied lovemaking the previous evening and it took him a moment to orient himself. Staggering from his tent, he looked around fuzzily. Silly girl had probably seen a snake or something; he didn't like being startled awake like that. Now, if she had woken him by sucking on his cock again that would have been something else!
'Over here, quick, over here!'
Ever an early riser, nineteen year old Pippa had decided to relieve herself in the bushes before anyone else stirred. It was so embarrassing to have them all see her carrying a roll of paper, knowing what she was about to do. Especially Gordon, if he had returned yet. His lecherous eyes were always on her, and the thought that he might find some way to spy on her as she went about her business made her skin crawl.

Her movement took her close to the separate camp inhabited by four local helpers. Even they were still asleep, she thought idly as she passed near. There they all were, sprawled on the ground, lying in positions that must surely be uncomfortable what with the way their heads were twisted round ............ no ............ no human head could be twisted at such an acute angle! Pippa felt herself drawn closer by her ever-present curiosity. The bodies were very still, barely seemed to breathe. Her screams of realisation echoed in the humid air, bringing Tom grumpily out into the open.

His bad temper abruptly changed to concern, fear. Something had twisted each head almost 180 degrees, snapping spines, killing the four men instantly. And it had done it during the night, without alerting any of the other helpers and without disturbing himself, or Pippa or ........................... 
'where's Amanda?' 
'Amanda?'
'Yes, Amanda! Why hasn't she woken up? You made enough noise to wake the dead!' Realising what he had just said, he looked down at the four bodies in embarrassment. Pippa, younger and fitter, beat him to the tent by a couple of yards. The front was unlaced and everything looked normal inside. Except that there was no-one there. And except for the large black dildo which Pippa hastily hid under a cover, not wanting Tom to see.
'Maybe she went for a pee. Go and see if Gordon got back.' Within minutes, Tom returned to report Gordon's tent showed no sign of having been slept in.

'Mandy!'
'Amanda! Gordon!'
'Amanda! Can you hear us?' Minutes of fruitless shouting achieved nothing more than to startle a flock of birds. Finally they had to face it. Both their companions had disappeared and four natives were dead. They were alone.
'Do you suppose Gordon and Mandy are ............' Pippa couldn't bring herself to say the word aloud.
'Dead?'
'Yes'
'We know there's something dangerous out there,' Tom thought aloud, 'maybe a large snake, a python or something. Gordon wouldn't have gone far from the camp and he should have been back twelve hours ago. I think we have to expect the worst. But Amanda, we know she was OK last night. Where could she be? She wouldn't be wandering about in the middle of the night. Maybe she's down by the pool?'
'Wouldn't she have heard us?'
'Maybe. We've got to check though.' He said it more to reassure the young blonde than through any real hope they would ever see Amanda again. Personally he thought the snake, or whatever it was, had carried her off to eat. In this he was closer to the truth than he realised.






BUSHES

Half an hour later they admitted defeat. If Amanda or Gordon were anywhere nearby they were deliberately hiding.
'I don't think we should stay around here,' Tom said at last. 'It could be dangerous for us. Let's pack up the personal stuff and stick it in the ATV, then we can go and find some proper help.'
By unspoken agreement, Tom gathered his own things and then collected Gordon's unopened pack. Pippa stuffed her clothes into her own pack with shaky hands, then went to collect Amanda's. She was sure the beautiful brunette must be dead. Was it her fault? If she had gone to Amanda rather than Tom last night, would Mandy be alive now? Would Tom be the one missing? It was confusing.
She drew the dildo from where she had hidden it. It was flaky with dried love juice and still smelled of woman. Pippa made a sudden decision. If Amanda were dead, there would be an investigation. Police would be involved, would search through Mandy's possessions looking for clues. She didn't want them pawing over the dildo, sniggering, sniffing it with arched eyebrows, making lewd comments amongst themselves! She didn't want her friend to be remembered that way. 

As soon as Tom was occupied with loading packs into their vehicle, she walked rapidly the dozen or so yards to the edge of thicker vegetation and threw Amanda's rubber friend as far as her strength allowed. Watching it turn end over end, tracing an arcing path before disappearing into the thick undergrowth, her eyes were drawn to a movement, just on the edge of her vision.
'Damnation,' Rhyull formed his equivalent of a curse within his mind. He had wanted to catch them both together but the pale one had come straight towards where he was hiding. He had to move or he would lose both. The male he would leave for later. Food was more important. He moved with deceptive speed on three sets of tentacles.
'HELP! TOM! HELP!' For the second time that morning Pippa's screams rent the air.

Tom turned with a start. Then stared amazed. On the other side of the clearing it seemed the jungle had come alive. Vines were lashing themselves around Pippa's struggling body. No, not vines. A massive creature like a large squid was directing the activity. Rooted to the spot, he took in the dark blue shiny back, the softer looking mottled front. The ............... tentacles? Yes, that was all you could call them, criss-crossed all about Pippa's still wildly thrashing body, holding her several feet from the ground. Then large black insect eyes turned towards him, expressionless yet menacing, and panic turned his insides to water. He ran. Later, he would try to rationalise it to himself and to the investigators. 
With no weapon, no way to fight something that topped his own six feet by more than half again, there was nothing he could do but go for help. Was there? 
It made sense to run for the ATV, turn the keys, and drive madly away from that scene of horror. Didn't it? 
The best thing to do was keep driving until he reached the village. Wasn't it? 
Anyone else would have done the same. Wouldn't they? 
The investigators would nod sympathetically, eyes neutral, expressions carefully masked. But he knew. And he knew that they knew. He had run, abandoning the girl he claimed to love, run away from sheer overwhelming cowardice, and he would have to live with that fact for the rest of his life. 

A week later a maid found him hanging dead in his hotel room, a collection of empty whisky bottles scattered beside the bed. The International Wildlife Protection Fund had quite a problem explaining the total loss of an expedition to their corporate sponsors. Especially after a local reporter picked up on the story and passed it on; even more so by the time the story made the American tabloids after having been given the shock-horror 'aliens raped my girlfriend' treatment. Both IWPF and their sponsors decided a low profile was called for. The locals had no such option.






FOOD

Pippa watched Tom drive away in despair. Rhyull watched the same scene in annoyance. He hadn't realised these animals had transport, had expected to catch the male on foot before he got too far. Well, too late now. Even he couldn't match that speed while burdened with the female. At least he had the food secure. He turned his attention to Pippa. The disgusting male emanation that had rendered this female safe the previous night had faded now. He could feed.
In human terms, Pippa was extremely attractive. Standing upright, the long ash-blonde hair which framed her elfin face would reach into the small of her back. With her feet on the ground, she would have stood about 5'9, with a slender waist and hips and a small, boyish bottom. No one would ever mistake her for a boy though. Her proud heavy breasts could have belonged to a woman several sizes bigger; they made buying clothes off the rack somewhat difficult. She had to buy size 8 skirts and size 12 jumpers. 
In alien terms, she looked rather different; strange coloured skin, strange shape, long fur growing from the top of her head, and too few appendages. Be that as it may, he wasn't planning to mate with her. He already had a life-mate on his own planet. And this female animal did have what he needed. Rhyull remembered exactly the sequence of events when the darker one had manipulated this one by the liquid. It seemed best to emulate.

By the liquid, the females had removed their own coverings but there didn't seem much chance of that happening here. He rotated the body in his carrying-tentacles, while he studied the strange items. They seemed designed to emulate skin. The upper covering was held at the front by small discs. He extended a manipulating-tentacle for the first time. Its delicate branching tip examined the disc, pulled at it experimentally. It seemed securely attached. Ah, yes. A quick twist and the button came free. Pippa watched in horror as the trifurcated tentacle popped her buttons one by one, until her shirt was completely unfastened. She never wore a bra. Despite their size her breasts needed no support, and much of their inner surfaces were exposed as heavy material dropped open. Had this THING taken Amanda, she wondered. A complex series of actions twisted her around and in the process, twisted the shirt from her attempts to hold on to it. She was facing away from the alien, one blessing at least in that she didn't have to look at it any more, and she was nude from the waist up.

Rhyull manipulated his dozen carrying-tentacles until the female was in approximately the right position. In the pool, she had been sitting down facing away from Amanda. Now she seemed incongruously to be sitting in mid-air, supported and restrained by a web of tentacles. Amanda had washed Pippa's back. Rhyull had neither liquid, nor froth-making material but assumed they were secondary to the actions. While one appendage twisted her hair out of the way, two tentacles approached the narrow back and began a washing motion over the pronounced shoulder blades. Feathering gently over her back, they spread upwards and investigated the back of her neck, tickled the sensitive skin behind her ears. Pippa relaxed slightly now that she couldn't see the hideous monster and now that it didn't seem about to kill her out of hand. Maybe Amanda was safe somewhere. Maybe a prisoner. Tentacle fingers spread over the full extent of her back and onto her sides, caressing her in a circular massaging movement. This was getting weird. A gruesome monster grabs the heroine in its tentacles and after removing her shirt and exposing her tits, proceeds to give her a back-rub? If she had seen this at the cinema she would have demanded her money back!

Tentacles contracted and she was drawn closer to the alien body. Pippa noted a definite tang of ozone in the air. Rhyull was a fast learner and he had noted two things. Firstly the local animals were limited to two manipulating tentacles. Secondly, in his manipulation of the golden one, she had responded much better when he stimulated multiple areas at once. So instead of moving tentacles from the pale skin of her back, he continued their motion while adding two new ones which slid over Pippa's shoulders and explored across her upper chest and around the front of her neck. Then a further two slithered over her waist and explored the exposed skin above her shorts. Despite herself, Pippa sighed at the delicate caresses covering much of her upper body. She couldn't get away and so far, she didn't feel particularly threatened. Rhyull was pleased. So far it was going exactly as it had between the two females by the liquid. Maybe this one wouldn't die as the other had.

The two tentacles restraining Pippa's arms forced them back slightly. It had the effect of throwing her proud breasts into even greater prominence, large thrusting globes surmounted by prominent aureola, each centred with a crinkled pink nipple that was even now responding to the tentacles caressing her back and belly. As Pippa looked down at her tits she felt them begin to swell, hardening slightly, the tips becoming more pronounced, almost as if they had a mind of their own. She watched splayed tentacle fingers appeared as though from nowhere, sliding over the upper slopes of her breasts and dipping into her cleavage. Momentarily they disappeared, crossing the underswell before reappearing, climbing the outer surfaces to completely circle each orb. 
Almost it seemed to be happening to someone else. Almost. The feelings being transmitted to her brain certainly didn't belong to anyone else. The sensation of each heavy mound being lifted, weighed, was for her alone and it made her gasp. There was no longer any room for doubt. This monster was feeling her up ............... and doing a pretty good job of it too. She moaned with sudden pleasure as tentacles kneaded across the firm surfaces, small suckers clamping onto soft tit-flesh. Squeeze, release, squeeze, release. She couldn't believe it! She was being titted-up by alien tentacles and she was responding! Couldn't help but respond! Her breasts were getting heavier, harder, each nipple more than half erect as the rhythmic constriction continued to arouse sensitive flesh. With a start she realised her panties were becoming wetter by the second and she began to struggle as she realised where this tit-squeezing might lead.

She might as well have struggled against steel chains. The monster gave no sign it even noticed her attempts to break free, simply continuing to manipulate her swollen tits as though unaware of her efforts. Pippa looked wildly around, but Tom was long gone. Would not return. She was totally alone with her alien molester and the cavalry wasn't going to come riding to the rescue. She gasped anew. While she had been looking elsewhere, two more of those sneaky tentacles had grasped her distended nipples, curled round them, suckers attaching to the rubbery texture. Even now her long teats were being rolled and tugged to greater hardness. Her body twisted trying to avoid the devious contact to her sensitive peaks but all she achieved was to make them grip harder. Every move she made seemed to increase her arousal.
'Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh,' there was no denying it, she was getting randy as hell. 
Her nipples were being drawn out to their full extent by the attention they were receiving, were sending pleasure-messages that threatened to swamp her brain. It was too much. In the space of less than twenty-four hours, she had been expertly seduced by Amanda, had shagged Tom half senseless and was now being sexed up by an amorous squid. How much more could a young girl be expected to take?

She soon found out. Tentacles straightened her legs until she was standing in mid-air. More tentacles worked at the button on her shorts, released it and tugged at the fabric until her zip slid down under the pressure. Without ever fully releasing her legs, she felt her shorts descend, presumably falling eventually to the ground. Moments later her panties followed. She was totally naked. New sensations began with her lower back, descending quickly to explore her small, firm bum-cheeks. Each of her muscular buttock-mounds was rotated, dragged apart to expose her hidden secrets. She was struggling harder now, fighting as much against the feelings welling up in her body, as she was to escape. She couldn't let this monster bring her off! Even as her body began to writhe under the unholy caresses it was receiving, she tried to stifle a growing lust. 
'Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh,' something delicately traced down the crevice between her cheeks and explored the tight petals of her anus. She lost her fight against her lusting body as it forced her over the brink.
'Nnnnngghhhhhhhhhhhh .................. Arrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhh,' an orgasm washed through her vulnerable body. Rhyull began to feed.

New tentacles joined the assault. How many more could there be. Already they massaged her back and shoulders, squeezed her tits and bottom, tweaked her nipples, and slid over her belly. But there were still more available to slide up her soft inner thighs, forced wide by their companions prisoning her legs. And still more to slide down over her mons, exploring her lower lips as they descended. Close to real panic now, she felt ghostly fingers tugging at her labia, teasing her pussy lips apart, delving into the juices within to slide easily up and down her slick vee. Delicate tendrils massaged over her pouting clitoris, drawing a shuddering moan from their helpless victim. Clamped on to the sensitive nub. Moving harder now, faster over the erect button, intensifying the sensations everywhere on her body, squeezing her aching tits tighter, milking the engorged teats, pressing more insistently against the tight muscle of her anus.  Pippa came to a juddering climax, body spasming wildly in the alien embrace. 
'Aaaaannnggghhhhhh .................. uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh ............ uuurrrggghhhhhhhhhhhhh.'





INTO THE LIGHT 

Pippa felt her abused body forced to a new position, almost horizontal, breasts hanging like ripe fruit under their continuous assault, knees bent under her, legs forced wide to expose her snatch. Even as her clit continued to be tormented, she felt something thicker pressing against the entrance to her vagina. The pressure increased and her own juices assisted the rape, lubricating the thick tentacle, easing its way deep inside her body. She was losing all control, bucking and thrusting back to meet her attacker as another tentacle slid deep into her cunt, then another. Moaning loudly and continuously now, she writhed shamelessly in uninhibited lust.
'Uuuhhhnnnnn ............ Uuuuunnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn ............... yeesssssssss ............... yeesssssssssssssssssss ..................... Oooooooooowwwwwwwwww ..................... don't stop .................. fuck meeeeeeeeeee .................. HARDERRRRRRRRRRRRR'
As if in response, the probing at her anus retreated, only to almost immediately return, stronger, thicker. As if overcome with passion, the phallic appendage forced itself deep inside her body in one painful thrust. Matching its rhythm to those ravaging her sopping cunt, the tentacle began to plunge steadily in and out of her widespread anus.

Tentacles flayed madly over her body, a blur of activity, massaging every tingling inch of her soft skin, forcing her hanging tit-flesh to bulge as they squeezed harder, almost disappearing into the firm mounds with the power of their contractions. Tentacle fingers were wrapped three times now around her protruding nipples, such was their elongated size, pulling hard on them, dragging them violently downwards. Suckered tentacles gripped tight on her inflamed clitoris, a vicious blur as they mercilessly wanked it. Three tentacles plunged remorselessly into her gaping cunt, stretching the sugar walls, thrusting rapidly again and again, while a fourth was fucking her ass relentlessly. 

Rhyull held nothing back. Everything was designed to drive her spasming body to greater passion than she had believed possible; to force her into releasing the greatest amount of food the greedy alien could possibly absorb. Using up her shuddering body in a conflagration of lust, a feeding-frenzy, knowing she could not last long under the power of multiple orgasms. Determined to drain every last bit of her incredibly powerful psychic emanation before the inevitable......
............ happened. Pippa's body grew limp, felt sensation fade as its ravaged form was used up, consumed by the alien assault. Her spirit floated free, looking around in wonder, soared above the foetid jungle into the clear air and there, there was Amanda, glowing, radiant, waiting patiently for her. Joining hands they stepped together into the light. 
Rhyull felt emanations fade, looked down at the withered remains in his grasp. No room left for pity now. His need was too great. Discarding the empty husk, he moved away. Soon the hunger would return and there were no female animals within range of his senses. Following the path taken by Tom's vehicle he went in search of further prey.






NEW HORIZONS

After following the jungle track for a long time, Rhyull heard noises approaching. Melting into the undergrowth, he watched as three vehicles passed by, all similar to that used by the male animal to escape. These all seemed to contain males as well. Maybe only male animals used these contraptions? Maybe females were incapable of controlling them? He had no real interest in males, so he ignored them. Just pausing to note that they had probably left their females behind. It was a promising thought and it spurred him onwards.

The policemen passing by in their Land Rovers never realised how close they were to the creature they would soon be frantically seeking. Unknowing, they simply continued following the trail as described by an almost incoherent American, who was currently under sedation. Before long they came upon a clearing containing four tents but with no sign of either a young blonde girl or a monster squid. Seven police officers under the command of a captain descended rather nervously from their vehicles and looked around, fingering holstered pistols. The detective who had accompanied them took charge.
'Captain, please have your men spread out and search the area, while I look in the tents.' It was a matter of seconds until the four locals were found. The detective hurried over from the empty tents. They were obviously dead.
'Please don't touch the bodies. A forensic team is on it's way from Udon.'
Policemen spread out again, now even more nervously. Five minutes later a shout, followed by a retching sound, sent captain and detective running into the undergrowth. It had certainly been a woman once, and it still had long pale blonde hair. Other than that it could have been anything, an ancient mummy or the body of a very old and withered female which had been dehydrated by long exposure to the sun. This was getting serious.
'I think we'd better wait for forensics and back-up before we go any further. I'll radio it in.' The captain headed for the lead Land Rover and fired rapid instructions into the microphone.
'OK, secure the area. We wait for the brass on this one.'

Over the course of the next two days, Gordon's body was recovered from near the small pool. Amanda's body, deep in the jungle, was never found. Nor was her constant companion, the large black rubber phallus, trodden deep into the jungle floor by a large boot. Pippa's remains were carried all the way to Bangkok, where forensic scientists puzzled over what could have aged a young healthy girl eighty years in the space of a couple of hours. Rhyull cared nothing for any of this. He had located a more permanent settlement, where dwellings were made of hard local vegetation rather than material. It implied the natives were rather more advanced than mere animals but it was still very primitive. Hidden in dense jungle 100 yards from the village, he watched the activity. 







SNAKE TRAP 

This part of Thailand was far from the tourist track. There was nothing much to attract them and the Khmer Rouge still operated just over the nearby Kampuchean border, occasionally snatching an unwary farang for their own purposes. Far safer to stay in the coastal resorts or venture up north to gaze in awe at the hill-country of The Golden Triangle, now more of a tourist site than serious bandit country thanks to constant harassment by the Thai military. The people Rhyull studied were for the most part poor farmers, rice growers living much as they had for hundreds of years. Certainly their houses could be patched with rusting metal Coca-cola signs, and most of them wore jeans rather than traditional clothing. Still the pace of life was dictated by the seasons rather than the stop-watch.

Most of the villagers moved about in groups, heading for the fields or gathering food for the communal evening meal. Rhyull didn't want to deal with a large group. One or two would suit his purposes far better. Finally he saw what he needed. Two of the small brown females headed off together. Both were young, probably about seventeen of this planet's rotations and they giggled together as they headed towards the river. Nid was indeed 17, while her companion Nong was just eighteen years old. At the moment they were discussing the merits of a village youth who had expressed an interest in both of them. It caused no small amount of laughter as they speculated on the size of his equipment.

Reaching the riverbank, they checked each of the snake-traps to see what was caught in them. Simple hollowed out bamboo sections, they were designed in such a way that a snake could push into them but once inside, could not back out again. Several of the traps had done their work. Half a dozen snakes were despatched and placed in a bag; their mother would be pleased, snake was a primary source of protein in these parts. Having completed this none too arduous task they sat side by side on the bank, skirts pulled back to reveal their knees, feet in the water to cool them off, still chattering. From time to time, one of them would lean down and splash a little of the cool water onto her face. Nong looked around quickly and pulling her tee-shirt up, splashed her largish breasts and giggled. As the white fabric dropped back, hiding the view, it stuck to her damp chest, outlining her nipples and providing an interesting counterpoint to the gold Chanel logo, counterfeited in Bangkok and sold to tourists for about a dollar.

Rhyull closed on them, trying to decide on his best plan. Should he release a vapour to make them sleep and carry one off, leaving the other? He had never tried stimulating two at once. Already he was coming to the conclusion that facial movement amongst this species provided some limited form of communication. Being without ears, he had no conception of sound waves travelling through the air, and he had sensed no mental communication. Probably such messages as they passed by this primitive means were line of sight. If he aimed for both without using the vapour, he had to be certain of catching them. If one escaped, she could return to the settlement and pass messages which would surely lead to an interruption of his pleasure.

Some way up the river, Pol was casting again. It was already mid-afternoon and he still hadn't caught anything worthwhile. Maybe he should get his mind off girls and concentrate on his work a bit more, but it's not that easy when you are a healthy nineteen year old. Which one should he concentrate on? Nid had a cuter face and was a bit shyer but Nong had such fine breasts. He knew he would have to decide but neither girl would give him any indication she was interested and he didn't want to choose wrongly. Both were virgin of course, Bangkok may be a sex-capital but away from the bar-girls it was normal for Thai women to save themselves for marriage. If only one would give him a clue. It would be so embarrassing to chase the wrong one.






DOUBLE DECKER

Tentacles lashed out as Rhyull made his move. Greed had overcome caution. He wanted both females and he wanted them right now. There was less room for finesse on this occasion. He wasn't sure how much time he would have available. Even as the two girls were swept from the ground, screaming in terror, he was at work, tentacles twining around thin cotton, tearing garments apart as though so much paper. In seconds both young girls were naked. Rather than attempt to concentrate on both separately, he had decided to hold them together, to bind them into one as it were. Manipulating the small naked bodies as if they were dolls, he manoeuvred them into position. When he had finished, they were suspended horizontally in mid-air and pressed firmly back to back. Restrained tightly by tentacles, they were pressed together along the full length of their bodies, arms held by their sides, looking like some fanciful two-headed goddess on an Indian temple carving.

No-one in the village heard their cries over the thunder of the rice-threshing machinery; upstream, Pol cocked his head to one side, then shook it and continued fishing.

Nid, facing upwards, was in a better position to see what was happening. She screamed anew as two trifurcated tentacles centred on her chest, three of the six tendrils centring on each of her small firm breasts. Two of the tendrils circled around the surface of each little cone, immediately clamped into place  by the rows of small suckers on the under surface. Twisting and squeezing they began to rhythmically knead the hard little mounds, while each free tendril brushed insistently over a small brown nipple. A gasp from Nong indicated that her own larger tits were receiving similar attention. Indeed the bigger girl made a much easier target, her soft breasts, hanging like upturned bells, were criss-crossed by tentacle fingers, while her prominent teats were already being tugged persistently. Maybe the humidity makes tropical girls easier to arouse than their northern cousins. Maybe the freedom from a restrictive religion just makes them more honest about their desires. Whatever the reason, both girls moaned together as their boobs were stimulated rapaciously. Both sets of erected nipples were lashed to greater hardness, suckered tentacles pulling them relentlessly, causing them to swell, lengthen, as they engorged with blood.
'Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh,'
'Oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh.' Voices merged together as the tightly bound bodies responded in unison. Bottoms squirmed against each other under their assault, increasing the arousal.

Rhyull was in a hurry. One carrying-tentacle held both Nid's left ankle and Nong's right. Another bound their other ankles tightly together. With another strong tentacle grasping both girls around the middle, they were secured back to back in a Y-shape. A simple contraction and both pairs of legs were splayed wide to reveal two soft young pussies one on top of the other. Both girls screamed simultaneously as a maze of tentacles began to work around the tops of their thighs. Up-river, Pol was looking around, certain that something was wrong. Those distant sounds were not natural to his environment. Carefully folding his net, he tried to ascertain their direction.

Tentacles slid over tender young pussies with abandon, probing, caressing, sliding from one virgin slit to the other, slithering in perspiration between the girls tightly secured bodies to arouse taut little bottoms. As they writhed against each other, Nid and Nong felt the manipulation of their swollen breasts and nipples increase, magnifying the stimulation around their upper thighs, cunts growing hotter, fluids beginning to flow, juices mixing between thighs to ease the passage of questing tentacles........................
.....................which slid easily between tight walls, thrusting effortlessly past maidenheads, to embed themselves deep within twitching pussies. Nong, the bigger built of the two was first to lose her virginity, and first to be thrown into orgasm, but only by seconds.
'Uuuuuunnnnnhhhhhhhhhh'
'Nnnnnnggggghhhhh' Both young Thais were bucking and twisting within their confines as their virgin depths were probed for the very first time, massed tentacles sliding slowly in and out of tight little holes in a relentless tempo, spreading out over inner surfaces to stimulate every quivering inch.
'Aiiieeeeeeeeee,' slim tendrils forced their way into tight little anuses, matching rhythm with those thrust deep into cunts, driving the girls to greater frenzy, orgasms wracking through the slim little bodies as they spasmed helplessly.








AFTERMATH

Whack! Something hard crashed against a chitinous back. Squelch! Something else caught one of the more sensitive tentacles. Wrapped up in the heady mixture of two distinct patterns of emanation, Rhyull had been unaware of his surroundings. Not for long. Turning quickly, he caught another bang on his softer under-body, causing him to relax his grip slightly. About a dozen of the male animals had crept up on him. Four of them were trying to pull the confused girls bodies from his grip, while the others laid into him with wooden staves. Most of the blows were falling on his armoured back but enough were finding targets on softer parts of his body. Behind his tormentors, he could see another group of males hurrying down the path towards him. There was no choice! Dropping both girls in a heap, he lashed out wildly, snapping two necks like twigs, before there was an opening and he could rush away into the jungle.

After seeing their two dead companions, none of the villagers were in too much of a hurry to follow the monster into dense, trackless jungle. Older women arrived, amongst them the girls mother. Nong and Nid, shaking in the aftermath of their ordeal, were quickly wrapped in improvised coverings and carried back to the settlement. A police Land Rover returning from the campsite was flagged down. What the officers heard provoked the most activity that sleepy village had seen since the previous Songkran. Both girls were ferried by police vehicle to the hospital in Udon, where they were pronounced unhurt but in shock. Impatient detectives had to wait until the next day for their confused and conflicting account of the river-demon which had attacked them. 
Meanwhile, Pol was strutting around his small village like a king, glorying in his role as hero. He had solved his problem by rescuing the girls. It had been easy enough to see that neither were still virgins, so their chance of a decent marriage was drastically reduced. In a country where women outnumbered men by a significant number, it was not unusual for a man to keep several partners even though he could only legally marry one. When those two got out of hospital, they would owe him big time. He wouldn't have to choose between them now. He would have them both. That led to a new problem. Which one should be his official wife? They would have to work hard at pleasing him to be granted that favour, he decided.

Deep in the jungle, Rhyull was not happy. Although his anatomy was far different from the local animals, he did still have nerve-endings spread over his skin, and they did work in much the same way, passing messages to his brain. Admittedly, such sensors were far less responsive than a humans, except towards the tips of his manipulating-tentacles. His body was generally less vulnerable than a man's would be, so he didn't need the same warnings to be transmitted. If he lost a tentacle, it would hurt but it would grow back, and his vital organs were well protected by chitin towards the back of his body. Nonetheless, he hurt from the beating. More than that, he hurt from injured pride at being driven off by such puny beings. But most of all, he hurt because he had not finished eating and he was still hungry for more female emanation. 

He had made a mistake and that hurt too. Obviously the animals had some way of communicating of which he was unaware. Realisation came also that he had acted rashly. He had been too greedy, and he had allowed that to triumph over caution. He should have used his vapour to subdue the females and carried them away. But no! He had to risk everything in his impatience to feed. Anger at himself took his mind off his pains. Well, he thought, after long minutes of mental self-flagellation, at least he was still alive and free. He would have to move from this area. The animals would be too wary now. But it was a big planet and he would learn from this experience. Oh yes, he would learn well.






TRAVEL

Rhyull was getting desperate. He had been travelling for four planetary rotations. Every time he approached a settlement, he could see groups of males carrying long metal and wood implements and such women as were about travelled in large groups. There would be no easy feeding in this area. Of course, it was mostly his own fault but that didn't really help solve the problem. The important thing was to move far enough away that he could assuage his hunger. The problem was, how? He could hardly blend in with the local animals and he had no idea how their vehicles operated even if he could fit into one of them. Could he allow himself to be captured and rely on his abilities to escape again once he reached one of the larger population centres that surely existed? No! They may just kill him out of hand and even if not that, there was no guarantee he could get away from these ingenious animals.

Coming to a thinning of the vegetation, he saw the jungle was slashed by a wider trail than any he had seen up to that time. The open ground was covered by a shiny black material. A number of vehicles were using the flatness of it to achieve speeds far greater than those on the more primitive trails previously encountered. He decided to watch for a while. There appeared to be bewildering variety amongst these means of transport. Most were small and similar in capacity to those previously encountered, though the shapes varied widely; some were bigger, apparently designed to carry either goods or larger numbers of animals. Such technology may be primitive compared to his own space-going civilisation but it did imply a level of sentience and organisation not usually found amongst animals. At the very least it indicated a nascent technological society. It also implied a largish population, with manufacturing centres. Discovering these were not animals but rather a race of sentient beings would not change his actions. He still had to feed. But it would make him more cautious as they may have other abilities of which he was ignorant.

Even as he thought that, a movement overhead caused him to look upwards. A largish vehicle was moving slowly through the air carrying several males. So these beings had flying machines also. They were definitely more advanced than he had thought. He wondered if they were looking for him. Well, they couldn't see much through the dense vegetation. Unless, of course, they had still more abilities of which he was unaware. In any case, the flying machine continued slowly on its way, apparently supported by a series of large horizontal blades moving in a circular motion. It showed no awareness of him at all. Still, he would move on. It made sense that the black surface connected larger population centres than the more primitive trails had. So if he followed close to it, he would eventually find more food.

Several hours later the sun was high overhead. Rhyull was aware of its heat even though he kept carefully within the thicker vegetation that fringed the roadway. A clearing had been established ahead. Not the population centre he had hoped for, that was immediately apparent. A number of vehicles were stationery in the clearing, seemingly unoccupied and there was a large group of beings in a small building near the centre of the clearing. They appeared to be sitting around tables, consuming liquids. Many of the vehicles were the larger type designed to carry goods. Rhyull thought briefly about attempting to use one, before discarding the idea. They were too alien. As he watched, a medium sized vehicle entered the clearing and reversed into a position not far from where he was hidden. It was different from the majority in that much of it was covered by fabric rather than metal. The occupant climbed down. It was a female! So much for his theory that only males operated vehicles. She walked towards the low building.

It occurred to Rhyull that if he were in the rear of the vehicle, he could be carried a long distance without the occupant being aware of his presence. It was risky and he didn't like risks, but it would get him out of this inhospitable region a lot faster than he could manage alone. He thought some more. He could be discovered, either entering the vehicle or once it arrived in a large centre. But he would probably be safe while the vehicle was in motion. So if he could get into the vehicle unnoticed, all he had to do was make sure he was no longer inside once it reached its destination. Having an anatomy radically different from that of humans, he was not perturbed at the idea of leaving a vehicle travelling at 50mph. His tentacles would absorb the shock of any landing. He moved carefully until he was positioned directly behind the vehicle, its bulk hiding him from anyone in the building. There was only five yards of open space to cover, a matter of seconds. The material appeared similar to that of the primitive dwelling he had first come across deep in the jungle, and it was similarly fastened. His manipulating-tentacles made short work of unlacing the cord. Inside was nothing but a number of rough cubes made from hard local plants. There was plenty of room. He slithered inside and re-laced the back panel as best he could.

There was a small rent in the material near the forward end of the compartment. That was easily enlarged a bit and he had a place to view from. Rhyull waited. There was no visible activity, so his entrance had probably been unobserved. After a time, the operator approached. Coral McKenzie was about as Australian as it was possible to get, she looked to have been born to lie on Bondi Beach. Twenty six years old and of medium height, with long sun-bleached blonde hair, she was still in great shape. Her large unfettered breasts jiggled against the denim of her shirt, while her attractive bottom wiggled in tight faded jean cut-offs. Most of the truck-stop customers were male and the majority of them were watching her rear end appreciatively. An inveterate traveller, she had ended up with this job after Rickie, her travelling companion, had decided to steal all their money and take off with a German trollop five years younger and six inches bigger around the chest. Her Thai boss thought it a status symbol to have an attractive white girl working for him. Of course he had been trying to get into her knickers as well, but so far without success. Entering the cab, Coral cranked up the rough old diesel, went to fuel up and pulled out of the parking lot.







TRUCKER

Several hours passed. Although the vehicle passed through several small settlements, it showed no sign of stopping. Rhyull became inured to the uncomfortable motion, while Coral got an aching butt from the beat-up old seat. Her boss had been a trucker himself before starting his own firm and he knew exactly how long to allow for each journey. As darkness started to fall, she looked for somewhere secure to camp out. What with the bandits who emerged at night, it was paradoxically safer to be hidden somewhere remote than to park up at a well-lit truck stop. And she wasn't paid well enough to look for a hotel. A small trail showed up ahead and she slowed down. That looked promising. Wide enough to pull out of view but no track marks since the last rains. Coral forced the heavy vehicle twenty yards off the road to a point where the trail widened out. Maybe once it had been a temporary home for illegal loggers, now it was obviously long deserted. There was just room to manoeuvre the vehicle around until it faced the right way. Better safe than sorry if there was rain, or worse, during the night. The silence seemed almost tangible after long hours with a roaring diesel for company.

After a quick trip into the bushes for a pee, Coral expertly arranged a small fire and, removing equipment from the cab, prepared her meal. She ate quickly with small, neat movements. Rhyull could just make her out at the periphery of his limited vision through the ripped canvas, sitting cross-legged on the ground, breasts bulging against the half-unfastened shirt as she leaned forward, totally absorbed in her meal. Conflicting feelings warred within him. He wanted to feed, had never known a gnawing want such as this, but the female was his passport to different parts where, if he were more careful, he could satiate his needs in full. He forced himself to wait.

Coral finished her meal and tidied up. All too aware of the dangers of sleeping in the open, she returned to the cab. Locking the doors, she opened both windows about an inch for ventilation and arranged herself over the three seats, lying on her back with an old pillow beneath her head and knees raised to fit in the restricted space. Her thoughts drifted as she tried to get comfortable enough to drop off. She had left her home in Melbourne not long after her sixteenth birthday. Her step-father had introduced her to the joys of carnal pleasure as soon as she was legally old enough. Unfortunately her mother had caught them in a very compromising position three days later when she returned home unexpectedly. Being frightened of losing her man, it suited her best interests to blame her only daughter for seducing him. By the next day Coral was miles away and she had never returned. Over the next few years, Coral had some great times, as well as some close calls, wandering all over Southeast Asia. If she were really desperate she would work for a few weeks as a stripper, just until she had enough money to move on. But under no circumstances as a whore.

Of course, there had been relationships. It was the way of the road. Travel along the same path with someone for a week or a month, sharing thoughts, companionship, and bodies. Then parting at a fork in the ways, saying goodbye and never, ever looking back. Until Rickie that was. That had been different. They had travelled together for three years, had even talked about settling down somewhere. Until that little cow had jiggled her oversized udders at him. Since then she had been alone, she wasn't ready for getting hurt again. But she still missed someone to snuggle up against in the dark of a lonely night. She still missed his gentle touch taking her to heaven. 

Her hand drifted over her upper chest and she sighed with resignation. Having started that chain of thought there would be no sleeping until she took it to its conclusion. Hands drifted down to unfasten buttons and her denim shirt fell free, exposing breasts that looked pale in the dim light. Twin peaks, still mostly retaining their shape even when she was lying on her back, just flattened slightly under their own weight. She looked down at them with affection, not bad for someone who was getting within sight of 30 and they had certainly helped open a few doors for her. Hands stroked over their softness, a feathery touch just brushing her skin. Mmmmmm, that was nice! Not as good as a man but still nice. Wrapping her hands around them she moulded the soft flesh into cones, forcing tawny nipples higher, twin toppings on an exotic confection. Her nubs had been pressed against rough denim all day and were already half aroused from the contact. Fingers strummed lightly over sensitive peaks, causing her lips to part as she moaned, soft and low. Capturing them between finger and thumb, Coral worked her nipples to hardness, tugging gently on rubbery teats, coaxing them to lengthen, thicken.

'Uuuuuhhhhh,' she knew what turned her on better than any man did and she was already juicing up nicely. Fingers dug harder now into stiffening flesh, squeezing and massaging as her tits began to swell, feeling them growing and hardening beneath her hands. Her right hand trailed down over soft belly flesh, nails leaving a track of goosebumps over sensitive skin. While her left hand alternated between her increasingly demanding mounds, her right burrowed beneath tight fabric. Later she would open the cut-offs, maybe even take them off altogether if she got hot enough. But for now she could pretend it was a stranger's hand, forcing itself down over her vee against her pretended reluctance, cajoling her to an act she desperately wanted. The hand wriggled further down into her jeans, found the elastic of her brief panties and slipped underneath it and onto her mound. It was too tight down there to go deeper but the hand could cup over her blonde triangle, squeezing and teasing the soft flesh. A long finger could only barely reach her sex lips, pressing down into the area just above her clit, wriggling about and causing her to gasp.
'Oh yes, take them off lover.' Eyes tightly closed her hands, her imaginary lover's hands, found the button securing her jeans.

The button popped easily and a short zip was no obstacle. Her bottom thrust up off the seat, allowing the hands to tug cut-offs and panties down beyond her knees in one smooth movement. As her bum settled back down, clothing slid of its own accord to cover her ankles. A quick kick and the garments dropped away, leaving her free to place widespread feet flat against window glass, knees high and wide. Heavy breasts were pushed together as both hands met on the exposed bush, slid down between splayed thighs. Flat hands traced down the valleys to each side of her vulva, while outstretched thumbs slid over the soft folds hiding her yearning button, causing her to gasp anew.
'Nnnnnhhhhhhhhh,' she knew what she wanted alright and her acquiescent lover was going to do it exactly how she preferred. One of her hands centred over her thick sex-lips, while the stiff fingers of her other hand circled harder over the area of her clit. She rubbed and tugged at her soft labia, teasing herself before allowing a long forefinger to part outer lips and slide between. Three fingers formed into a long vee, moving up and down to open her sex wide and her left hand seized the opportunity to descend onto her exposed clitoris, fingers slipping easily over its ridged surface as she massaged the little hood.

Rhyull was going mad with need. The female sensation was overwhelmingly strong and only feet away from him. He frantically wanted another fix, another taste of female emanation to feed his overpowering hunger. The female must be aroused but such self-induced emanations were as a snack compared to the banquet available if he manipulated her body. Mentally he gritted his teeth and tried to hang on to thoughts about available transport.

Coral lay back over the truck's seats, eyes closed to help her fantasy, breasts squashed together by her reaching arms, engorged nipples poking skywards as though seeking lips that were simply not there. Her left hand blurred over the tumescent bud of her clitoris, stimulating it savagely, while her right fingers took position at the entrance to her vagina. One slipped in easily, wriggled around to explore rough walls, nowhere near to filling her need. Two fingers was better, her joints parting the tunnel wider but it was still not enough. A third finger almost made it for her but it was not until she had all four fingers arranged into a rough cylinder and eased into her streaming cunt that she felt properly filled. 
'Aaaahhhhhhh,' she thrust her hand into her own body a little deeper with each motion, forcing her entrance wider, filling her cunt almost as well as Rickie had. Mouth gaping wide to suck in air, grunting as if in pain, she pistoned her hand into frantic motion, shafting herself with her fingers, trying even as she did so to force her thumb inside also. Succeeded. Her whole hand was almost out of view, stretching her inner walls. Only her knuckles prevented it from sliding in up to her wrist.
'Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhh,' screaming as her body shuddered into orgasm, juice flooding over the hand buried deep in her cunt, giving it just that extra bit of lubrication it needed to slide right inside. Fingers clenched into a fist as she continued thrusting, arm aching from the angle, hand deep inside her body, wrist stretching the muscle ring around her opening.
'Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhh,' cumming again stronger this time as the bulk stretched her vagina wide, filling it to capacity, gliding over velvety surfaces, stimulating her g-spot, banging against her cervix.

Carefully she removed her hand. It wasn't easy. Her abused pussy resented the intrusion as she climbed back down from the clouds. Finally it came free. Her cunt gaped wide from the insertion, muscles would take time to spring back from their abuse. Tomorrow it would be sore as hell, but for now she continued stroking lightly over her insatiable clitoris while teasing rock-hard nipples. She didn't want the feeling to stop. Abruptly the door was wrenched open, lock burst asunder. Her feet fell through the unexpected gap and were grasped by rubbery tentacles, while others shot into the cab and prisoned her arms. Rhyull had had enough of waiting. Already feeding on the emanations released by Coral's massive orgasms, he set to work to bring her back up to full arousal. Bemused by the sudden intrusion after such an intense experience, the girl didn't register exactly what was happening. There was a large bulky shape outside the truck and whoever it was held her tightly down, pulled her partway through the door until her bottom was only just resting on the edge of the seat. She was about to be raped and a part of her welcomed it even as she reflexively tried to fight off her attacker. She needed a man as never before.

Her legs were pulled high and wide with easy strength even as something curled around her swollen tits, squeezing hard, forcing her to whine as hardened orbs bulged upwards. Long nipples were grasped tightly and pulled in a hard milking motion, causing her to moan as new juices flowed freely from her parted cunt to pool stickily beneath her twitching ass. Four tentacles insinuated themselves into her open orifice, stretching her wider even than her entire hand as they worked deep inside her body. She came again immediately.
'Nnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh, she wailed in the throes of another orgasm as a further tendril found the opening to her anus and slithered through its tight muscle ring, broadening quickly and stretching her in a new direction.
'Aaaaannnngggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,' climaxes fired through her spasming body as she experienced an intensity of sexual arousal never dreamed possible. Orgasm followed orgasm as relentless tentacles yanked at her aching tits and powered into her twin holes. Writhing in ecstasy, her mind a blurred pink mush of sensation, she was never really aware of exactly what it was that literally screwed her to death.

Rhyull was satiated for the moment. This female had an incredible amount of emanations to release. He felt sorry she was dead. If only he could keep one such as this alive it would fill all his needs. Oh well, where there was one there would be others. He left the body where it was. It would probably be some time before it was found in this secluded glade. By then he would be far away. He slid easily through the vegetation. His eyes saw better at night than most animals did in daylight. 

Nearing the black surface, he followed the bordering jungle in the same direction Coral had been unknowingly carrying him. A few miles down the road he saw lights. Approaching carefully, he came upon a large compound, with rows of wooden huts and a couple of large buildings. If he could have read the sign over the entrance gates, he would have seen a stylised logo of black and white hands clasped together, along with the words 'Youth International' and in smaller letters underneath 'Helping The World To Help Itself'. Skirting the open compound until he was as far from the road as possible, Rhyull settled down to see what the morning would reveal.