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Old 04-09-2013, 03:46 PM   #1
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felt like doing something else besides human on human. this short is from the Prometheus Alien's world, beware. nonhuman intercourse with a human and gore involved and death. starring charlize theron as meredith vickers with her short lived affair with the trilobite monster.

Vickers snarls silently, her hard boots echoing along the empty corridors. She had tried to appeal to the old man’s reason and his sense of kinship to his own, mainly to her, his only daughter. Would it be so wrong for Weyland Industries to move to her, the younger and more equipped heir? But her father, senile and twisted as he is in his mass of flesh, standing on his last dregs of life, literally, is still desperate to find that last chance for immortality and save himself from the great unknown. He still claws desperately for life even while recognizing the futility of it. Hadn’t enough died already to prove that point? This isn’t salvation out here, it’s death.
As she angrily punches in the number sequence to her private quarters, she thinks, couldn’t he at least die with some grace and dignity? This quest of the old man’s that had led him to fund this ridiculous project to discover the source of the message from the “engineers” had gone long enough. Even Shaw, one of the fools who came up with the idea, seemed to have had enough of it. There was too much death here. In every turn from whatever they least expected.
Speaking of.... she wondered where Shaw had gotten off to earlier that she hadn’t listened to hails. They had another terror filled run in as the seemingly dead geologists had come back from the dead and tried to kill the rest of the crew. Fortunately Janek, the ship’s commander, had put a stop to it, quickly. But Shaw had been nowhere to be found at the time. David, the android on the ship who looked almost too human, had said something about a fetus inside her and having to sedate her?
Vickers shakes her head, her blonde hair snapping back as she grips her head in frustration. She rubs her temples in circles. Shaw’s husband... that image... she can’t get the image or the smell... out of her head. The smell of Holloway’s melting flesh in her nose as she was forced to incinerate him with the flame thrower. She shuts her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose.
He’d been infected already, some black slime or something twisting his body out of shape. Dead. She’d given him a mercy killing, he’d even told her to do it. So why is “that” still on her mind?
Pushing back tears, she takes a step into her room as the doors slide open, just then noticing all the lights are out inside. Only then does she notice the mobile transport ship, the glass broken and pushed aside, the unit leaning on its side. And something moving quickly on the floor...
As she is about to turn around to exit the room, something grabs her right calve, turning her and flipping her upside down in the air as her body is lifted and pulled inside. She watches with a scream as the doors slide shut, locking her inside with whatever holds her.
She can hear the squirming flesh, rolling noises echoing deep inside the creature that has managed to sneak into her room. Silently she curses Shaw, knowing full well this is probably her “fetus.” Even though the size is all wrong. Even though there is a multitude of questions, they are all cut off as her light body is slammed against the floor, nearly knocking the breath out of her.
Her eyes go wide, a slow wheeze escaping her lips. Though she is light, perhaps one hundred and five pounds, the force required to leave her breathing shallowly is more then she’d have expected. Her body is nearly rigid from the impact. As her body struggles to regain itself the thing that holds her moves over her quickly.
A hulking shadow with long arms that touch and prod at her body. Tendrils wrap around her arms and legs, spreading them viciously as other arms prod at the center of her body. She cries out with the wrenching of her arms, her back arching, eyes squeezing shut. The creature pays her no mind, its tentacles exploring her face and chest, her flat stomach and the opening between her legs. All of it, pushing down and around, over and to the left.
As she feels the bones in her hips and shoulders grating she hopes this will be the end, that she will simply die quickly and not have to face a slow agonizing death like what she imagined Holloway was suffering before she opened the flame thrower. But while her bones grind, they do not give way, the creature seemingly content to just hold her where she is, touching her with its reptilian like skin. While most of the body is dry, the ends of the tentacles feel wet and slimy and Vickers turns away violently as any of them touch her skin. She yells and screams, but notices sparks in the room overhead. The speakers are probably out, which means she is trapped inside with no way of alerting the crew to her whereabouts.
The creature’s tentacles touch her cheeks and neck. Sliding down the opening of her tight blue suit and over her small b sized breasts. Then she feels them as they begin to push down into the opening of the collar of her shirt. First tentatively, then forcefully. Tugging and pushing, the zipper pulling down part way at her collar bone but not coming down further.
She hears a growl from the creature sounding as if angry then more tentacles are prodding the opening and she feels them over more sensitive flesh. “Please.... god!” she yells. But if there is anyone listening, they turn a deaf ear to her voice.
The tentacles continue about their business and pull and tear, ripping away at the garments covering her body. The tough fabric of her suit is torn away with child like ease by the massive creature, bits and pieces flying about, her body feeling as it is jerked to and fro while the creature works methodically to remove her clothing. Even the wraps around her breasts and hips are not safe from the creature’s touch and soon, for the first time in a long while, she feels her breasts sharply exposed to the stale air as well as her sensitive vaginal organs.
She groans in denial, jerking at the tentacles that hold her arms and legs. They respond by pulling more tightly at her limbs, pulling a pronounced yell from her lips. She screams, biting back bitter tears and stills her tongue. She tries to force her body to go limp, to stop struggling. It will do no good against the thing that holds her.
When it is satisfied her struggles have ceased, it begins to explore her now exposed body. She winces, feeling how it probes at her breasts, tugging at the soft flesh and flicking at her nipples with thinner, feeler like tentacles that are slimy and wet, coming from an exposed pinkish mouth. She turns away from the sight and because of this, she doesn’t notice when from the tendrils with their sharp barbs pierce her nipple ends and pull at them.
She screams now, struggling, but finding it impossible to move. The monster, this time ignores her. Content in pulling at her tender breast meat.
Vickers cries out, screaming for the creature to stop, but doing little good. The act is all but futile. Then she feels something odd, an intense burning running up her chest that heats rapidly and this makes her howl madly. The creature... it is pumping something into her. Some chemical. Oh god, when will it end, she thinks, the tears flowing freely from her eyes.
As the burning continues the monster slaps one of its large tendrils against her exposed labia, making her body bounce, Vickers straining against her bonds. She screams, but barely moves, her voice coming out like a strained whimper. The tendril slaps her again, harder. She cries out, her hips aching terribly. A stream of urine pours down from between her exposed legs, trickling down against the tiled floor. The creature rumbles, a type of chuckling almost, she swears.

The thin tentacles pull at her mammaries, making her scream loudly, a fire ripping them apart as they are stretched by the barbed lines until they finally snap back, bits of flesh and blood still sticking to the feelers, her breasts meat snapping back into place. She whimpers, watching as her ruined breasts bleed over her body. The burning moves back into her neck and chest, the fire intense, making it hard to breathe.
She barely notices when a large pinkish tendril pushes from the center of the creature’s exposed tissue and slides down her stomach towards the opening at her labia. Only when the head pushes against her folds does she begin to scream. But she only manages to throw her head back and forth, her pussy accidentally rubbing at the end of the creature’s member, stimulating it further.
Excited, the creature pushes into her body, being none too gentle, making her cry. Her throat aches from the screaming, but she continues, the fear driving her as the foreign body enters her womb, pushing to its fullest and then slams into her cervix, making her cough. It slides back part way then slams back in, hitting her womb again.
She screams, trying to push the member out and only working to further coax the monster’s excitement. It begins thrusting in earnest now, pushing in and out of her violently, each push slamming against her womb, threatening to rupture it. She can not even scream properly, her eyes wide and voice coming out as a choked cough with each blow.
So it is her body in so much agony she does not even notice one of the tentacle ends feeling at her anus. As the pink flesh pounds roughly at her sensitive pussy the tentacle pushes its head in, this one not reproductive but pushing in all the same. She cries out, feeling this new invasion as her anal canal is stretched wide, spread open to accommodate the new invader. This she realizes, isn’t for breeding but simply to cause her pain and agony.
She cries feeling as both her rear which now bleeds profusely and her violated pussy send terror filled signals rushing to her brain filled with pain and agony. She can only sob, feeling as her hips are torn apart from the inside, spit and dribble coming up her mouth in spurts as each thrust beats at her abused body.
She feels it as suddenly her womb is torn open, the intimate pink flesh having further access to her central regions, pushing into her entrails. Blood begins to spill out of her mouth, coming with each choked gasp.
The creature, not satisfied with tearing both her lower orifices, pushes a third tendril into her mouth while wrapping it around her throat, squeezing, cutting her air supply. Vicker’s eyes widen, feeling as that thick appendage chokes her out while making her gag at once. The taste is like rubber mixed with a texture of pine cones. It pushes her bile and spit back down into her euphagus, stretching it wide.
She wheezes, coughing, hearing as much as feeling her organs tear as the monster beats her flesh. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, her body finally giving in to shock and shutting down. She doesn’t even feel it as the warm semen from the monster fills hers torn womb. Its thick penis throbs, shuddering as it leaves the final dregs of its seed in her body.
Withdrawing slowly from her torn passageways, the creature pulls away from Vickers, letting her flop against the floor, semen puddling around her hips, blood still spilling from parted lips and flowing along with its seed from her womb and ass. The creature lets out a long sigh, letting out its final breaths, its life mission now complete.

Vickers wakens slowly, hearing garbled words, the stale air being let out. Blurry eyes look towards a human figure which materializes into Shaw.
“Vickers!” she says. “Vickers, are you alright!?” Her voice is high pitched and whiny.
“Shaw...” Vickers says in a low whisper. “You ... bitch...”
Shaw looks on in surprise, her mouth agape.
“Ms. Shaw,” the android, David’s voice comes online on Shaw’s communication device. Vickers smiles, feeling something pushing its way inside her chest. She’s going to die. They’re all going to die...
“The engineer...” says David’s far off voice. “It’s coming your way.”
“Oh no...” says Shaw. “We have to...”
Vicker’s body arches, something slamming into her ribs. Shaw stares wide eyed, her limbs stilled. “Ms. Shaw?” says David.
Another convulsion takes her, Vickers moaning quietly, her voice all but gone now. Shaw is backing away, her hands going towards the doors. “Your fault,” says Vickers as another convulsions wracks her body, her ribs now cracking. She squeezes her eyes tight. Everything hurts so much. When will it end?
Then it is pushing against her ribs willing them open and Vickers screams. The last she hears is her own ribs splitting open, her entrails torn apart. Her body relaxes, slipping back down as the thing pushes its way out of her body.
“Ms. Shaw?” says David’s fractured voice again. “What’s happening?”
But Shaw can only stare, her breathing getting quicker and more irregular as she stares at the thing that pushed open Vicker’s ribs. A pink mound of flesh twisted out of shape with a long phallus like head. It opens steely jaws and a second set of gums pull away with a second layer of teeth. It snaps at the air, hissing and ever so slowly, the pink mound of muscled flesh turns its lidless gaze on Shaw.
She stumbles back from the doors, falling on her rump. The creature opens its mouth and hisses. Shaw screams and the creature is suddenly rushing her, on top of her, small teeth biting tearing at her neck.
As blood sprays from the open wound she stares back, eyes dulling as the doors whisk open and the towering form of the engineer comes through. All this... because of trying to seek the truth... about hell.
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