Trap
A storm was brewing. Normally nothing new for the Oregon coast, but tonight seemed different. Great, silent sheets of lightning flowed deep within the dark clouds hovering above which gave them an eerie, pulsing glow. The wind blowing in from the harbor was strangely warm. Even more strange was how the wind behaved. Blowing strongly at treetop level, the wind seemed forceful and chaotic, but down on the street the air was perfectly still. It was as if the wind itself was forming some sort of dome over Portland. The whole evening seemed odd. Normally the street would be busy, even at this time of night, but now it was strangely deserted. Only one person was walking hurriedly down the sidewalk towards a darkened Morrisstone apartment building. Fumbling for a moment with keys at the door, the figure quickly entered the building and hurriedly climbed the stairs to the third floor, slightly overbalanced by a large object they were carrying. The hallway was old and the floor creaked which made the building seem as deserted as the street. Opening the door to apartment fifteen, the figure entered and closed the door.
Samantha Morris put the heavy object down on her kitchen table and took off her coat with trembling hands. She couldn't help but feel some anxiety, considering what she just did. At the same time, however, she felt a wicked smile coming to her lips.
'This'll serve the little bastard right!' she muttered to herself. The twenty-one year old redhead turned to look at the object. She was just planning on causing a little mayhem and such when she broke into Wilson's tonight, but when she saw the object in the middle of the room in a glass case, she knew it was just the thing she was looking for. Samantha walked over to the table. The object was egg-shaped and made of a silvery metal about two and a half feet tall. Three seams ran the length of it, segmenting the egg, while up along the sides and around the base were bumps and tube-like cables almost done in bas relief. Samantha thumped on the sides of the thing with open palms.
'Just what the hell are you, you piece of shit'' she said. Deep within the object there was a muffled 'click'. With a hiss the seams spit and widened a fraction of an inch. Samantha jumped back, startled. Nothing happened. Edging toward it, Samantha touched the tip of it with an outstretched finger. Snap! Hiss! The object split partially open like some silver flower. Samantha screamed, pulling back her hand.
'That's it!' yelled Samantha, her voice shaking. 'You're outa here! I'm gonna dump you in the bay! Too bad that shit Wilson can't join you!' The object sat there partially open, doing nothing save for emitting a soft blue light and a wisp of vapor from within it's interior. Samantha Morris took a deep breath and grabbed the sides, trying to force them shut. The metal sections refused to budge. This close to the object, Samantha glanced inside and gasped. Stumbling back horrified, she tripped on the kitchen chair and fell to the floor. Suddenly there was a sound coming from the object, like that of a bubbling brook. Pouring out of the egg came several metal tentacles. Effortlessly, they wrapped around the girl and lifted her off the ground. Samantha barely had time for a startled scream as the tentacles pulled her to the egg. Another tentacle appeared amid the light and smoke now pouring from the object. Samantha screamed and convulsed as the tentacled wrapped around her neck and forced her face into the opening of the device.
Samantha Morris woke slowly. Her head was pounding and her joints ached. Moaning slightly, Samantha sat up resting on one arm. She was in a large circular room about forty feet in diameter. The room was featureless save from sparse light fixtures along the edge of the wall by the floor, which gave he room a dark and eerie amber glow. The walls and floor were made of a dull metal. Samantha couldn't tell about the ceiling, for the walls seemed to curve slightly as they traveled upward, presumably coming to a point somewhere in the shadows. Samantha got up and walked around in a slow circle, surveying the room. No doors. No windows. No way in or out at all. How did she get in here' Where was here, anyway'
Samantha began to feel the first twinge of panic when something happened. Dense fog began to pour out of the light fixtures. Within seconds a thick carpet of fog knee high covered the floor. Samantha began to pound on the walls as fear began to grip her. The hollow sound of her fists hitting the solid metal echoed across the room as Samantha felt tears welling up inside her. Suddenly, there was a great metallic rumble, as if huge gears were engaging. Then, amazingly, a seam appeared in the wall directly in front of Samantha where there was no seam a moment earlier. Like the doors high atop an observatory, the wall spit apart, opening wider and wider. Beyond the opening was another wall made of thick glass, but Samantha could only see darkness. Within moments the metal wall had pulled back almost completely around the room, leaving only a small strip of metal wall on the opposite side. Samantha peered out, thinking she saw some movement far off in the blackness.
'Hey!!' yelled Samantha, pounding on the glass. 'Help me! What the hell am I doing here'!' Samantha couldn't see a foot past the glass, but she continued to yell for help. Suddenly, something shot up out of the fog between her and the glass, just inches from her face. Yelping a cry of surprise, Samantha stepped back. There in front of her, was a tentacle, thick as an arm and swaying gently. Samantha's eyes went wide as she got a good look at the tentacle. This tentacle was no device of metal, like the ones from the device she stole from Wilson. The tentacle in front of her was made of pulsing flesh and covered with slime. The tentacle's base was obscured by the fog, but the tip bent towards Samantha, almost as if it was looking at her. Samantha screamed in fear, backing away from the snake-like appendage. Suddenly, to her right, another tentacle shot up from the mist-covered floor. To her left, two more appeared. Samantha backed away from them quickly, but heard movement behind her. Whirling around, she saw several more tentacles swaying gently in a semicircle. Terror gripped her as she looked around. Samantha was surrounded! For several moments she dared not move. All around her tentacles swayed and pulsed. Tears welled up within her and burst forth. Samantha stood there crying, growing more hysterical by the moment.
'WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME'' she screamed, stressed to the breaking point. Almost in reply all the tentacles acted as one. Samantha screamed as tentacles shot towards her with blinding speed. The thick appendages coiled up her legs and around her arms. Samantha was wild with terror as tentacles wrapped around her waist and burrowed under clothes. Samantha was wearing a white t-shirt under an unbuttoned flannel shirt and jeans, but it hardly mattered. In seconds, the tentacles were past the fabric and next to her skin. In a few seconds more the clothes were ripped from her, leaving her only in her bra and panties. While it was true that Samantha weighed 145 lbs, her large frame proportioned the weight well and kept her from looking fat. The terrified redhead squirmed, trying to escape. She tugged vainly at tentacles coiling around her, but the slime covering them made it impossible to get a solid grip.
A tentacle reared up and plunged into the deep cleavage of Samantha's breasts. With a ripping sound, the tentacle tore open her bra, but even before her breasts were free of the lacy material, two more tentacles wrapped around them. Like an opening flower, the tips of the tentacles molesting her breasts spread apart. Samantha gasped loudly as the open tips clamped down onto her large nipples and began to suck on them voraciously. Samantha felt herself being lifted off the ground as tentacles wrapped around her arms, pinning them to her sides.
Samantha found herself moaning amid screams and tearful cries of protest as tentacles burrowed between her legs and slid across her panties. She tried to buck her hips in an effort to move away from the tentacles' advances, but that only made the sensations worse. As if they sensed the excitement they were forcing on her, the tentacles intensified their assault. The tentacles around her quivering breasts squeezed them rapidly while the tips sucked on Samantha's rock hard nipples until they hurt.
Farther down below, two more tentacles wormed into her panties. Samantha screamed a gasping moan as a tentacle dragged itself roughly across her velvety pussy lips. Before she even finished the scream, however, Samantha was gagged by another tentacle thrusting deep into her mouth. As the 21 year old was forced to give head, she moaned and her eyes went wide as she felt a tentacle slide slowly into her young pussy. The thick tentacle took it's time as it entered her. Samantha's sensitive tunnel felt every bump, every ridge of the hard tentacle as it slid almost a foot deep into her. It's journey complete, the tentacle then began to pulse and vibrate rapidly. Samantha bucked and moaned as the sensations overwhelmed her. The swollen lips of Samantha's vulva was almost numb from the tingling vibrations. Almost. Samantha screamed past the tentacle in her mouth as the other one began to pump steadily in and out of her, forcing her into a shattering rape-induced orgasm. Samantha began to thrust her hips insanely as the shaft of the tentacle quickened it's pace and began to piston in and out of her dripping pussy in long, deliberate strokes. Samantha's breasts bounced high on her chest in time to her grinding hips, while the tentacles molesting them sucked so hard that small trickles of blood traced the curves of her tits. Samantha screamed as she came again and again.
The demonic rape of the young redhead continued for what seemed like hours. Dozens of thick tentacles fucked her mercilessly, no orifice spared. Samantha was sodomized several times as multiple tentacles fucked her swollen pussy while others still for her to give them blowjobs. Covered with slime and her own blood, Samantha lost consciousness several times, but even that did not save her. The tentacles continued to ravage the girl's limp form, until the power of her orgasms forced Samantha awake, which would make it start all over again. Finally, after an eternity, the insatiable tentacles themselves began to orgasm. Spewing hot seed the tentacles pulsed and rippled all over her. Samantha couldn't even cry anymore as she felt the demonic semen burn her skin where it touched her and the pain of it filling her pussy and ass. Samantha almost choked as the tentacle she was sucking erupted, but it continued to pump in and out of her mouth, forcing her to swallow it all.
One by one, the tentacles released her and disappeared into the fog. Soon they were all gone and the fog itself began to dissipate. Samantha could barely move as she lay on the floor, drenched in slime and cum. A rumble brought her to her senses and she saw that the metal walls were closing again. As they closed she looked up. There past the glass was something on the edge of the darkness. Something huge. Samantha laid there and stared at it. Suddenly she knew what it was. Terror filled her once again and she screamed insanely.
'Oh God no!' she screamed. 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!' Forcing herself to her hands and knees she crawled to the glass and pounded on it, pleading for release. Within moments, the metal wall had reached her and she fell back into a fetal position and cried as it closed once more.
Wilson reclined in a chair by the fire. Picking up the phone he dialed a number and waited patiently.
'Hello, N.I.C.E. LABS' Ordering department, please.' he said. 'Ordering' Yes, this is Wilson. I'd like to commend you on your 'Guard Egg 3000'. You're right, it does take care of nagging pests!' Wilson walked over to the mantle and looked at a small mirrored egg resting on a pedestal.
'Yes, yes,' he said smiling as he pressed a button on the base of the six inch tall egg. 'I'd like to order four more. You can never have too many of these little jewels! Account number N.T.69-23932. Thank you very much.' As he spoke the mirrored surface of the egg slid back. Wilson hung up the phone as a fog began to once more coat the bottom of the egg's interior. Almost inaudibly, tiny screams could be heard coming from the figure inside....