Posted by Clemstra on July 25, 2006 at 20:55:06:
Global Tentacles - by Clemstra
Hot, so hot. To hot to sleep.
Brandy stands shakily, her lithe body
covered in sweat. Perspiration coating
her chocolate skin. Hair, limp and wet
from the sweltering heat. Her breasts
bounce moist, dripping with salty perspiration.
The ocean...a swim would be nice.
Visions of cool water, liquid
surrounding, supporting her. Water,
cool, fine water, source of all life.
She sits and drinks a glass of cold water
as if she were parched. Dehydration,
a danger in a warming world. Strands
of her coppery hair fall in her face.
Her lips caressing the smooth glass
as she drinks.
A flip of the remote, the TV news.
The news man looks cool, smiles.
They must have air conditioning.
How she wonders? Most people no longer
can have air conditioning, to much
electricity, causing brown outs,
defeating the very purpose of the air
conditioning in the first place - to
stay cool. No electricity, no air conditioning.
Brandy dribbles some of the remaining cool
water down her neck. Glistening water
droplets run down between the mounds of
flesh, her breasts feeling heavy in the heat.
She feels sticky, hot between her smooth
thighs. Her buttocks, well rounded feels as
if she is coated in butter.
"If it were any hotter I'd bake or perhaps
steam." She shakes her head, the heat
must be getting to her. Damn global
warming.
The TV screen shows the ocean. Beautiful lapping,
cool waves. Something about giant squids.
The ocean, a swim in the ocean seems like a
good idea. Who cares about a new type of
giant squid?
She drops her nightgown, swinging open the
glass doors. A welcome sea breeze entices
her to go out, a morning swim, in cool, cool
ocean water. The breeze smells of salt air,
driftwood. The sound of seagulls seems to
invite her for a morning swim.
She kicks her nightgown to the side.
Walks barefoot out to the sand, wet
from waves, it feels so good. Sand squishes
between her gold painted toenails.
Brandy doesn't hear, doesn't see the news.
Giant squids caught on film. Swallowing
whole a struggling women. Hunting swimmers,
cutting in half with one bite a wall street
broker, then greedily gobbling him down.
The squids are hunting humans, stalking them.
Do they know we are intelligent? Do they care?
Brandy walks into the water, swims in the cool
waves. The TV noise left behind, like her
nightgown, crumpled on the floor.
In the water, something big, purple, with
gold eyes. Large purple limbs, stretch,
spread with suction cups like mouths. It
smells a tasty tidbit, a nice meal. soft,
warm human flesh. So wonderfully yummy!
Something encircling her, terror. Is it
sea weed? Is she entangled, about to drown?
She kicks hoping to free herself.
Soft flesh, flesh but not human. Smooth,
slippery, wrapping around her. Suction
cups with tongues suck on her, lick her.
Terror mixed strangely with arousal. A
large purple head with golden eyes looks
upon her. A beaked mouth inspires fear.
"Am I going to be bitten in half?"
The squid strokes her body, examining her.
She moans in pleasure, trying to hold back.
One of the mouth suction cups licks her
clit. starts to suck her. Her juices flow,
lapped up hungrily by the squid
.
The feel of a tongue, so alien from a
human tongue. Licking her clit, sucking,
probing her. Soft wet skin brushes
against her lips, she tastes the salt
water coating it. The smell like
Sushi as she breathes in.
Brandy's nipples go erect. More suction
cups with mouths cover them, suck, lick.
Large squid arms moving up and down her
body, rubbing her, fondling.
Orgasm, after orgasm till exhaustion takes
away her fear, she relaxes. Perhaps this
is all just a dream?
The squid moves her feet towards it's beaked
mouth.
"NOOOO, just a dream, can't be happening."
She feels the large beak as her feet pass,
onto a large tongue. She feels a sucking,
the squid is sucking her feet, tasting her.
Her feet go down, her legs start to slip
down the gullet. She feels her stomach
slid against the mouth and then the throat
of the squid. She wonders when the pain
of the sharp beak will come down.
The squid stops, sucks, tentacles play with
her nipples.
Laughter, "Playing with your food," hysterical laughter.
The squid is hungry again, she goes down. Her head
slides into the mouth, as she takes a last gasp of
breath, a stifled scream. It's not going to bite
her in half. It swallows her whole.
Down into the crop, coated with something,
probably predigestive enzymes. A musty smell,
not unpleasant.
"I'll run out of air soon," she thinks. A strange
feeling in her vagina, all over her skin, a tingling
sensation. It's dark, and she starts feeling sleepy.
"Just a dream, must be a dream. I'll wake up and be in bed."
She closes her eyes, sleep leads to unconsciousness, and
then death. The crop moves her up, the squid sucks on
the tender morsel a bit more. The ones with yummy
flesh bumps and that extra hole taste so good. They
have such nice secretions when you suck them still alive,
and fondle them.
The squid bites into the now limp flesh. Delicious!!!!
The curtains blow with the morning wind. The newscast
finishes with the squid story.
It's thought if we attack only those that attack humans
that the squids will learn. Humans are fine if left
alone but dangerous if attacked. Authorities think
they will then stop hunting, realizing humans are not
easy prey.
But some wonder....these newly discovered squid...they
are VERY intelligent. What if they decide like human
fishermen to harvest humans? What if they are more
intelligent then we could possibly realize.
Skeptics scoff.
The squid devours the last of Brandy. This human was
dark skinned. Very tasty! It wonders how many different
types of tasty humans there are? They live on land,
maybe there would be a way to harvest them from the
land?
It swims away with dreams, possibilities. A chain
of fresh caught, live humans...fresh for eating...an idea
as it swims, hunger sated.
Brandy's night gown on the floor, her door open to the
wind, a bird flies in. The first of many to take back
what was once man's.