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Thread: Dirty Laundry (Love Meister & Lexi)

She was deep in a sleep as the tentacles made their move around her. She was barely aware of them as they slid around her. In fact, as they nestled onto her nipples and began to push and suckle, she began to moan in her sleep and squirm. As they slipped around her legs and arms, she squirmed a little more, still moaning and wriggling around. As the one tentacle slipped up her stomach towards her face, she was barely aware of it compared to the rolling sensations that came from her breasts. She arched her back and moaned aloud. Her pussy was beginning to soak as her dream became more and more erotic but she was beginning to wake up. Slowly, very slowly, she began to open her eyes and stared sleepily down at herself.
Thread: Dirty Laundry (Love Meister & Lexi)

The tentacles sucking her breasts where sucking harder as the thin wet muscle licked her hard nipples up. The large tentacle stared into the human female's eyes as she slowly opened them. It rose slowly above her. She would see that the tentacles resembled the human male penis in shape, but size was a whole other story. The tentacle came down and started pressing against her mouth wanting refuge in to begin its own stimulation and a chance to implant its seed in her unknowing that there were other holes more suitable for the task.
Thread: Dirty Laundry (Love Meister & Lexi)

Ava's eyes widened as she was jolted from her sleep state and into reality. The tentacle the rose before her had her attention as she watched it rise. Then, she became aware of the other tentacles, holding her down and wrapping around her legs and arms. She meant to cry out, but moaned louder as the tugs on her breasts increased. Her nipples betrayed her and hardened up, giving in to the assault from the other tentacles as their mouth-like openings fondled with her. As she parted her lips in a moan and intentional scream, the main tentacle before her, pressed against her mouth and was able to slip inside. She moaned over the mass of the slime coated tentacle and began to squirm violently, trying to free herself. Her arms were held down though, unable to assist her in pulling the tentacles off of her body. She moaned and squealed beneath the thick tentacle in her mouth, staring down at herself in horror as the tentacles continued to work on her. She turned her gaze across the room, looking for the source of this assault, the person who was raping her like a little fuck toy.
Thread: Dirty Laundry (Love Meister & Lexi)

The alien remained in the closet, but continued sending out tentacles. It could feel great pleasure from sucking the human female's breasts and from forcing a thick tentacle inside her mouth. The tentacle in her mouth started moving back and forth stimulating itself even further. It was like a serial rapist who forced women to perform blowjobs for his own satisfaction. The alien wanted more and so it sent its tentacle further down her mouth and let smaller fingerlike tentacles crawl all over her body especially around her stomach. The smaller tentacles crept downward touching all until they got to her panties. They were drawn to this area of her body as they pressed up against her panties touching her pussy and ass almost unaware of what they would find underneath this article of clothing.
Thread: Dirty Laundry (Love Meister & Lexi)

She squealed louder as the tentacles seemed to grow in excited against her breasts and continued to work on her. The tentacle in her mouth began to move, giving itself a blowjob in her mouth as she tried to force it out, but the width of the tentacle was too much. She gagged as suddenly the tentacle in her mouth went further down her mouth. She struggled with her breathing as she suddenly felt more tentacles over her body. Staring down, she saw smaller tentacles racing over the stomach and slowly, they crept down to her panties. She thrashed at this and pressed her thighs together as the tentacles pressed against her panties. She began to shake her head violently, still trying to scream and move her arms about, but the mysterious tentacles held her still as she fought to protect her remaining holes from invasion from the strange creature that captured her.
Thread: Dirty Laundry (Love Meister & Lexi)

The smaller tentacles crept through the panties finding new and unexplored holes to try out. They felt around inside her panties touching both holes, but some of the smaller tentacles pushed their way inside her ass exploring and wiggling away inside. More would come to join the ones already invading her ass. Each tentacle felt its own stimulation as they wiggled around and started to fuck her tight ass. Each tentacle by now was already starting to secret their own precum. The rest of the tentacles that weren't already in her ass started to play with her pussy, gently rubbing her and feeding her stimulation as the alien in the closet observed and prepared to come out of its hiding.
Thread: Dirty Laundry (Love Meister & Lexi)

Horrified, she felt the swarming tentacles find their way inbetween her legs. The wiggled and began to explore her beneath her panties though she squealed in protest beneath her forced blowjob. Then she felt a tentacle push its way into her ass, she gave a jumping buck to try to dislodge it, but it was followed by a second and third and fourth, stretching her ass out as they began to fuck her and wear on her. The other tentacles took quickly to her pussy, and began to tease her there. If they only knew what that hole meant and what it triggered. Her body was beginning to betray her as they began rubbing her down there. Her muffled cries of no were also obscured by the occasional moan as the tentacle heads worked. She still fought for her own ground, trying to sit up, roll over, anything to break the hold of these tentacles. She found her efforts to be fruitless however. The tentacles, many as they were, were strong. Strong enough, she guessed that if they wanted to, they would have no problem holding her up in the air to fuck her. As she struggled though, she did manage to catch sight of the ground where the tentacles ran across. Her eyes followed them to the closet...
Thread: Dirty Laundry (Love Meister & Lexi)

The tentacles kept ravaging her body, exploring every bit of her, except her pussy which was yet to filled. Soon, the doors to the closet moved and stopped. Then they moved again and cast the doors wide open providing her with the first sight of the alien creature. On the ground were the remains of the fake human skin that had served as its own disguise. Standing on top of the skin was a huge blob of flesh, the same greyish color as the tentacles. It was spherical, but seemed to show now other features or appendages. The blob mess moved as the bottom seemed to grow in size forming the shape of muscular legs. The blob with legs started to walk up as the tentacles coming from it lifted her up off the bed towards the alien. The spherical shape on top of the legs started elongate itself forming a big muscular body that was slimy as if it had just hatched from some sort of egg. The last thing to form from the torso was a head, but held no features on the face. Something started to grow between its legs. It started off small, separating from the lower part of the torso, but grew to an unnatural length as if this was the most important feature of the entire body. It was the alien's own reproductive muscle having the same shape as a human penis, only this was bigger and thicker. The tentacles pulled the woman closer keeping her legs spread open for what would be the next step in the experiment.
Thread: Dirty Laundry (Love Meister & Lexi)

Ava's eyes shot to the closet doors as she heard them open and close, and then she saw her captor. If she hadn't had a mouth full of tentacle, she would have screamed, instead she gagged a muffled cry as she saw the blob shaped creature. But then he began to change, began to take shape before her eyes, legs first, torso, even a head. Then, just as suddenly as her captor came, she felt herself being raised up. Panicking, she tried to flail around, for fear of falling. Gravity took its toll as it allowed the tentacles to have deeper penetration in her ass, but the other tentacles seemed to support her just fine. She continued to struggle as she was being brought before the creature, legs being held apart by the tentacles. Her panties were still there, but thoroughly soaked from the mucus the creature's tentacles were releasing. Finally, she watched as a final appendage formed on the creature. At first she was puzzled by it, but then, her mind connected the dots as the large mass finished its formation and she was drawing ever closer to it. His form of a penis. She thrashed about even more wildly, eyes wide and frantic, beneath her gag, she screamed and throttled pleas as best as she could. But she only drew closer and closer to the penis, her pussy already throbbing imagining what would be coming next for her.
Thread: Dirty Laundry (Love Meister & Lexi)

The tentacle filling her mouth suddenly pulled out leaving trails of the creatures own precum and her saliva. It crawled down her body until it reached her panties. It slid inside wrapping itself around the wet fabric and pulled hard and fast ripping it away from her body. The smaller tentacles continued to invade her ass daring to explore as far as they could reach. She was totally vulnerable to the alien now. The tentacle started to crawl back up her body. The alien moved closer pushing its great cock against her pussy. It gave one thrust and it slid in opening her pussy up, probably farther than it has ever been spread before. It continued to slide in until it was barely touching her womb.
Thread: Dirty Laundry (Love Meister & Lexi)

As the tentacle pulled from her mouth, Ava coughed, gagged and sputtered as the mess of precum and saliva drizzled down her body. Her ass burned from the invasion as the tentacles thrashed in and out and as deep as they pleased. Her breasts still flailed as the tentacles zapped the pleasure out of her own body as her breasts were teased to the edge of her own sanity. Then, she gasped for air as she watched the tentacle wrap about her panties and with one quick tear, they were gone. Finally, came the moment she had been dreading. The cock pressed against her pussy and she shook her head, putting forth one more plea. Oh no. please, please not there. I beg you don't-OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHH!! She screamed at the sudden-ness of it as in one quick thrust the cock shot through her pussy, penetrating and breaking her as it went. It burned, she throbbed, but the torment was only just beginning as she screamed feeling the thick mass deep inside of her. She was completely helpless and was a ragdoll for his purposes... whatever those purposes were.
Thread: Dirty Laundry (Love Meister & Lexi)

The tentacles held her up in the air pretty well. The tentacles also pulled her onto the alien's thrusting cock. The cock fucking her was bigger than anything could be found by any human. It was so big, that every time the alien thrust it in, a small bulge popped out of her where the cock was inside her and the cock was also forcing her ass to squeeze the tentacles penetrating her ass. The alien now knew how the humans could spend lifetimes mating with each other. Just the process of it was overall satisfying. All of its tentacles were receiving some sort of pleasure. The tentacles that ripped her panties off had reached her face again. As the alien thrust hard and fast, the tentacle would slip past her lips back into her mouth going all the way to the back of her throat. All holes of her would be filled. There could be no mistake in breeding this human.
Thread: Southern Distress [Szymanski&SeraphinexLight]

Usually, James didn't take jobs that required this much travelling. But the woman who called herself Jennifer had tracked him down specifically because of his reputation. Depending on who he spoke to, his reputation was either a good or a bad thing. Good, because when he was asked to get something done, he did. Bad, because his methods were usually a little brutal for most people's likings. Murder. Theft. Beating someone half-to-death. Yup. That kind of thing was just a normal day's work for James Garnett. Hidden beneath his rough exterior -- with the unshaven jaw, torn clothes and a scarred right eyebrow that removed most of the hair -- was a young man in the later stages of his twenties. His clothes gave away his origin from a mile. The dark hat the dusty white shirt brown jacket riddled with loose threads and holes a dirty pair of jeans and finally the boots. He had a face that could have looked handsome with a nice set of clothes and a clean shave, but apparently James Garnett refused to listen to that advice. What was the point in getting himself fancy clothes if all he was going to do was get them dirty? He watched her from a distance, talking with her mother, the pair of them looking like proper women. It was expected of them, of course. Their background dictated how they should act, how they should present themselves to all kinds of gentlemen. The large skirts, the corset, the posture and their friendly attitudes. Always looking their best. It wasn't the kind of women that James liked to associate with, he loved the bad ones. But it paid well. And all he had to do was make sure she didn't get shot. How hard could it be? Eventually, he approached her -- a rough contrast to the woman's perfect elegance. He knew the answer to his question before he even spoke it. Ma'am... are you the pretty girl I'm supposed to be protecting?
Thread: Southern Distress [Szymanski&SeraphinexLight]

Lilliana was beginning to believe that the man was not going to arrive, but then she turned and saw a man approaching her. He looked rough, definitely not high class, perhaps middle class, but he seemed like a wanderer, he was so dirty in appearance. She frowned, lips pursed and eyes narrowed slightly as he opened his mouth and spoke to her. Why, I do believe I am Sir...Lilliana Trenton at your acquaintance... she did a slight curtsy and then turned on her heel to look at the boat. It had docked by the shore and was currently setting a bridge for her to board through. She smiled to herself,Do come along, Sir...I'm sure there are lovely refreshments awaiting us... She waved her fan across her face as she walked daintily across the bridge and onto the lower deck of the boat. Lilly turned to look over her shoulder, watching to see how long it took for the man to follow her, after a quick glance she moved across the deck of the boat until she'd found a pitcher of iced tea. She looked at one of the servants standing behind the table and asked Lilly if she'd like a glass,Yes, please. May I ask for a lemon as well? she spoke politely, her eyes pleasant and sincere. She lifted the glass to her lips once it was handed over to her. The cool liquid slid down her throat and she sighed in happiness. Ahh, very good... she walked away from the refreshments table and headed to the side of the boat, looking out over the cool waters. Sir, may I ask your name? called Lilliana with a soft smile as she turned to look at the man boarding the boat with her. If he was to be following her around, making sure she was safe, the least that could happen was she learn his name. It would be rude to just call him,'that man' all the time. She sipped quietly at her tea while she awaited a response from her rough edged protector. There was a gentle breeze blowing across the river, and it lightly tousled her hair about beneath her hat. The sun was hot however, and so her fan was still necessary to keep herself cooled off. There was nothing she disliked more then to be sweaty in the eye of the public.
Thread: Southern Distress [Szymanski&SeraphinexLight]

How did she move around with that big skirt of hers? He wondered, scratching his maturing stubble. The only kind of skirts he was used to were the ones found on saloon girls, but these things added a distinct shape to their already beautiful female forms. James followed her on to the boat as it pushed away from the river-side, and resumed it's voyage. There was no escaping, unless he wanted to take a dive in to the water. The cowboy felt a little uneasy in his current surroundings, his scruffy-looking clothing stood out a mile away and there were more than a few people looking over at him every so often. Standing beside Lilliana, he exchanged stares with a few members of the upper-class families that lived along the Mississippi. My name's James Garnett, and as you can tell -- I'm not from around here. She wasn't the only young woman on the boat, though he couldn't distract himself with any of the others. He was supposed to keep his eeys fixated on her at all times, even if she wished to retreat to the bathroom then he had to follow. To the door, of course. The last thing he wanted to do was stand there and watch her take a dump. So is this what you folks do for fun? Go on lil' boat rides down the river? The activity never appealed to anyone in the old west. At least the ones he'd met, anyway. Lilliana was the kind of girl you just didn't find anywhere else. I'd heard about you southern belles... fancy dresses, always polite. Tell me ma'am. Ever uttered a bad word? Or what about a nasty thought? A quick scout around showed the various young women socialising with older men in waistcoats and exquisite suits. Maybe he should just strip one of his clothes and throw him over board.
Thread: Southern Distress [Szymanski&SeraphinexLight]

James was getting a little uneasy at her insistence on referring to him as sir , or just her overall politeness. To him, it wasn't normal. He was used to the old wastelands where people were considered polite if they didn't stick a gun in your face and either rob you or tell you to leave the bar within the next four seconds. But here she was, telling him that she never had any kind of nasty thoughts about anyone, and that she was surprised that someone in this part of the country would want to hurt her. They were briefly interrupted by a man who she knew as Charles, who ever he was. It gave him a brief insight to the kind of job he was given here. Her daddy was dead, and her mother hadn't mentioned anything about brothers, so there lacked a male presence in the house. How did he die? Women in my parts are... rough. Sure, they doll themselves up and throw on a skirt and a pair of heels if they think you're wanting some company, but the rest of them get their hands dirty. They wouldn't be seen dead in petticoats and umbrellas. He commented, following her to the food table and picking up a plate of his own. Clearly, the temptation of nice food appealed to him, as he greedily grabbed a bunch of sandwiches and absently licked his lips. They all looked delicious, although of course they were -- this was how the upper-class lived. He even bettered the liquor in this region was of the finest quality -- rather than the home-made stuff they brewed back in the west. Finding a table for them, James refused to do the gentleman's routine of pulling out the chair for the lady. Instead, he just sat in his own and then began to stuff the sandwiches hungrily in to his mouth, cramming the food in as big a bits as possible. So... He began, his tongue swirling around a half-full mouth. ...Tell me Lilliana... is this what you do all day? Take boat rides... He finally swallowed the remainder of the sandwich. ...and give everyone nice, pretty smiles? There must be more than this. Entertainment, I'm talking about. James didn't see the appeal in all of this, the south was a hell of a lot different than the west. At least on first impressions, anyway. He hadn't been in the state that long, but already he was missing his old way of life. Maybe you should move west. I think you'd like it. Lose the skirt, stick you in a pair of fishnets and boots. You'd be sorted. You'd enjoy it.
Thread: Southern Distress [Szymanski&SeraphinexLight]

Lilliana frowned as she saw how James acted, stuffing his plate full of sandwiches, and then making his way to the table. He didn't even pull out a chair for her. Her eyes were narrowed as she herself pulled out her chair and sat on the edge of it. She couldn't very easily pull it back in, not with all her skirts. There is nothing wrong with umbrellas and petticoats... she murmured quietly. I find them rather nice... she grabbed a small tea cookie and lightly nibbled on it as she watched James stuff his face full of food. Don't talk with your mouth full... she reprimanded. She rolled her eyes with a small smile and then listened to the man continued talking. Boats and smiles is not the only thing I do... she said with a laugh. There are days where I go to the theater, or the park...The park has beautiful flowers this time of the year... she laughed softly. Hmm. Let's see, I also go to tea with some of my friends... she nodded, and placed another cookie on the tip of her tongue, chewing small dainty bites. Some days I just relax at home... she added with a point of her finger. She didn't mention how she used to go fishing, or hiking with her father. He'd always been an active man, and she loved joining him when she was allowed. She'd been mulling over what other things she did when she heard his next comment. Fishnets! she frowned,What?! she exclaimed,Oh...are those...Are they those things I see the... she kept ending her sentence and her eyes went wide,My goodness James! she snapped,How awful to say! I would never wear such.. she couldn't finish the sentence, she was appalled a the mere idea of wearing something that a lowly whore would wear. Her eyes were narrowed as she finished her cookies and took a bite out of her sandwich. You could try to be polite couldn't you? she questioned as she looked up at him, her lips turned down in a frown. If you hate this world so much, go home. I already told you I don't know why mother hired you... she snapped, looking out the window of the boat, her mind fuming.
Thread: Southern Distress [Szymanski&SeraphinexLight]

The activities she listed off didn't appeal to him either. She appeared to like long walks, or taking in the beautiful sights of the Mississippi. That just wasn't his cup of tea at all, although back in the west he didn't have the privilege of being able to do things like that. Just didn't appreciate it. He put it down to the way they were both brought up. Him, a drifter, a loner. Having to do things for himself. Her, spoiled and brought up with manners. And right now, their worlds were colliding with fire and bickering. Your mother hired me because she seems to think that there's someone around these parts that's trying to kill you. Or nab you. Or just do something nasty. I don't know, she didn't know. But I'm here, and I have to watch over you. I don't like it, and you don't like it. But you know what? I don't care. For as long as I'm gettin' paid, I'm gonna be here. He could see she wasn't happy with him one bit, his bad behaviour and offensive comments. James was going to get her to swear, or say something she'd regret. He was determined to have it happen at least once. Her attitude was already going down the wrong route of a southern belle, and James almost seemed to be enjoying it. How did Daddy die? He asked bluntly. Is that the guy I'm protectin' you from? The one that murdered Daddy?