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Yanari

By: WFEATHER



Yanari awoke with a strong fit of coughing, spitting out a bluish-colored, stale, sweet-tasting slime from her mouth. Her stomach seemed to turn over several times, a bizarre feeling somewhere between extreme hunger and extreme revulsion. Her entire body ached and felt sticky, and she discovered that she was mostly naked, with only tattered shreds of her clothing still attached to her and much more of the bluish-colored slime covering both her and the hard dirt-packed ground around her. 

Yanari's ears caught the sound of running water, and, fighting the aches of her body, she slowly crawled in that direction. The hard rust-colored dirt beneath her certainly had no give, and in fact almost felt like the hardest of rocks, with each touch by her hands and knees adding to her discomfort. Her long reddish hair hung down well past her face, nearly touching the hard ground as she moved slowly, more of the bluish-colored slime dripping from her hair onto her hands, and even more dribbling down her arms and off her torso and thighs as she slowly made her way toward the sound of running water. 

At last, she ground sloped slightly, then she was in the clear liquid. She nearly collapsed immediately, the cool temperature at once soothing both her body and her mind; only instinct kept her arms stiff to support her, so that she would not drown in the small stream. Closing her eyes, Yanari simply relished the sensation of cleanliness as she felt the slime slowly being detached from her skin by the flow of the water. After a few moments, when she felt ready, she knelt in the stream, removed a small section of her shirt which was still attached around her left shoulder, and used that as a makeshift washcloth to slowly clean herself. 

The star of this planet was low in the sky, she finally noticed. However, knowing nothing about this planet, she was unsure whether this was morning or evening. She knew nothing about the length of the days, the length of the nights, the inhabitants (if any), the animals and insects (which were likely abundant), the edible plants, the natural traps, the typical weather and climate patterns... 

In short, Yanari knew nothing. Her survival training would certainly be helpful to some extent, but not nearly as much as on a planet she knew well. 

Dunking her head in the stream, the young adventurer cleaned the last of the bluish slime from her face and her hair. That finished, she finally cupped her hand in the water and brought the cool liquid to her lips. The water tasted slightly sweet, but was eagerly welcomed by her now-dry mouth and throat. She looked around for an odd-shaped rock or something else that she might be able to use as an impromptu cup, but was forced to bend forward, submerge her face, and drink like an animal. Even though there seemed to be no one else around - if there even were other people on this planet - Yanari still could not help feeling extremely embarrassed to drink in such a manner, especially being quite nude. 

With her thirst finally quenched, the young woman stood slowly, but not without more discomfort. Whatever had happened to her, it would be with her for quite some time, like an athlete with an injury which continues to make itself apparent throughout the sport's season. Pulling off the only other scrap of remaining clothing and tossing it aside, she located a large boulder on the opposite side of the stream. After inspecting around it to ensure she would not be stung or bitten by insects living nearby, she climbed upon it and sat for a nice long think. 

Looking around her, Yanari noted that there was a thick forest on either side of the wide expanse of reddish hard-packed dirt. The boulder upon which she sat was one of several along the treelines. It was quite possible that this was some sort of road, with the boulders used as markers, since they seemed to be evenly-spaced. That would indicate people on the planet, and in this area specifically. That should certainly increase her chances of finding out what happened to her and how she could get back into space and continue on her way to her brother's funeral. 

But just how did she end up here? For a long time, Yanari's mind simply drew a blank, unable to focus. In large part, it was because she was definitely hungry, evidenced by the vocalizations of her stomach. She had never been too good at thinking or remembering when she was hungry, and not knowing which plants on this planet were edible and which were poisonous, she did not yet want to risk eating something unknown. The trees all had multicolored leaves and bark, unlike any trees she had ever seen before. That meant that the best she could do for now was to continue drinking from the stream, since she knew that remaining adequately hydrated would be the prime concern for her survival here. 

The stream! she thought, realizing that she had washed away all the slime from her body and sent it downstream. When she awoke, she had spit out some of the slime. Since she did not feel sick, perhaps that was something edible. Looking across the stream to the other side, where she had awoken, Yanari could tell, however, that what slime had fallen from her body was practically gone - perhaps in part from evaporation and in part from the heat of the star. 

The star has definitely risen, Yanari noted, so it must be morning on this planet. Slowly, she slipped off the boulder and returned to the stream, kneeling again in its cool water before bending over once more to drink, this time careful to hold her hair out of the way. Again, she noted the slightly-sweet taste of the water, and wondered if this was what the bluish-colored slime tasted like before it had gone stale in her mouth when she was unconscious. 

Sitting up again, Yanari looked upstream. The water emerged from the forest to her left, but the stream curved out of her view as she looked past the treeline. She simply sighed, trying to ignore the rumblings of her stomach. Closing her eyes, she tried to remember, and suddenly, it all came back to her... 

"Mayday! Mayday! Craft Jentrilli Zex going down! No helm control, no thruster response, main engines exploded! Mayday! Mayday!" 

With no response to her professionally-frantic distress calls, Yanari knew that she had to brace for a crash-landing. Whoever had attacked her tiny craft indeed wanted her out of the way to chase her to this long-forgotten area of the quadrant and then disable her craft so swiftly when it was close enough to be caught in the planet's gravity. Now the tertiary explosions from the ambush were taking away what little remained that she could actually use aboard the tiny craft. It became clear that she had to jettison herself in the next few minutes, as the structural integrity of the main hull definitely would not survive the gravometric stresses of atmospheric entry. 

Hopefully, the escape pod was intact. Hopefully, the electronics in that area were still functioning well enough to safely eject her from her doomed craft. 

She didn't have time to grab a few precious belongings or snatch up food and drink from the small galley. Yanari simply unbuckled herself from the pilot's chair and ran-floated toward the center of the craft, pulling up the trapdoor which provided access to the escape pod. Cramped even for a single small-framed person like herself, she was actually glad that she was alone, as she did not want to be responsible for the safety of others in such a dire situation. 

Once safely sealed inside, Yanari checked the main craft's hull integrity, hoping to have enough time to link with the planetary mapping program to see what awaited her below. But with the main hull integrity already beyond critical levels, she knew that she had to simply wing it. 

Seconds later, she watched out the aft porthole as the Jentrilli Zex suddenly shrunk before her eyes. Her home for the last several years had protected her well, but was now in its final moments of existence. For the first time in at least a decade, the young adventurer actually cried, only now realizing just how fond she had become of her tiny craft. 

It took several long, painstaking hours for the escape pod to finally land. Since it had no thruster power of its own, Yanari had strapped herself in again well in advance of impact, then felt as if her insides were being shaken and stirred as the space-worthy escape pod bounced and pitched and rolled across the foreign landscape for several long, agonizing minutes. When it finally came to a stop, she for the first time cursed her decision to not have a land-worthy escape pod installed when she had the chance two years earlier, especially since she found herself hanging upside-down in relation to the ground. 

After much slow, careful, well-planned maneuvering, Yanari stood on the ceiling of the safety vehicle. Seemingly everything was broken and offline. Even the emergency rations had spilled from their small containers and now were sprawled across the ceiling. Thus forced to go exploring for food and water, Yanari shrugged it off, grit her teeth in determination, and fought the damaged hatch until it finally popped open and immediately fell off its hinges. Apparently, the air on this planet was quite breathable, since she did not asphyxiate on the spot. 

The light in the sky was rather low, indicating either early morning or late evening on this strange planet. There was a slight breeze, warm and carrying a taste of something sweet. The young woman found herself in the middle of what appeared to be a roadway, about ten meters wide, with large boulders spaced somewhat evenly along either side's treeline. The escape pod had left its indentations in the hard-packed rust-colored dirt of the roadway, and there was still a thin cloud of dust in the air. 

Figuring that the trail of impact marks would attract spectators, Yanari essentially "backtracked" along the route taken by the escape pod. The light of the sky faded during her journey, revealing billions of stars in the clear sky above. There was no moon to reflect light down onto the planet's surface, but judging from where she could not see any stars, it was easy enough to discern the heights of the trees on either side of the roadway; staying approximately halfway between them was enough to remain on the roadway, although she had to be careful for some time about the impact craters left by the escape pod. 

For seemingly hours, she soldiered on. Yanari's thoughts shifted almost seamlessly between the need for survival and her concerns about the likely language barrier between herself and the people who lived here... assuming that this was indeed an inhabited planet. Yet she also wondered why there were no sounds from animals or insects, and soon began to question if the only life on this planet was of the plant variety. 

The roadway was amazingly straight for such an immense distance. The sky was so incredibly dark without any light reflected from a moon. These observations kept Yanari's mind quite occupied, which was important as the need for nourishment and water slowly made itself evident; thinking about something other than food and drink made her biological needs less stressing to her mind. 

Suddenly, the young adventurer stopped. She could have sworn that some strange sound had just come to her ears, but she had been so lost in thought that she thought her ears may be playing tricks on her due to her body's hunger and thirst. Waiting a few moments, she heard nothing but her own breathing and the gentle rustling of leaves high in the trees from the gentle breeze. Calming herself, she continued on. 

At last, the first rays of light illuminated the sky ahead of her. Having lost all track of time, Yanari could feel her physical and mental fatigue, but was unsure whether she had just made it through a long night or a short night. In fact, she realized that she had no sense of time in general for this planet. She knew nothing of rotation speed, angle of axis, width at the equator... 

She stopped again, thinking she heard something nearby. Looking around, Yanari reached to her gunbelt... 

...only to discover that she had left it behind on the Jentrilli Zex in her hurried escape. Cursing herself mentally, she looked around her in every direction, seeing nothing but roadway, trees, and boulders. 

How many kilometers have I gone thus far? she wondered as she resumed her trek to seemingly nowhere. Am I at least close to a stream? a village? a rock formation? 

Yanari froze in her tracks, certain again that she had just heard something. There was a little more light in the sky now, but the scenery was still lit only dimly. She could easily discern colors again - the rust-colored roadway, the multicolored leaves and bark of the trees, the orange-white of the boulders - but nothing looked out of the ordinary, not even the pink-colored sky. 

Something thin and slimy suddenly wrapped itself around Yanari's right ankle, just as she had lifted her left foot to continue her trek. With a painful thud, she fell rapidly to the unforgiving ground, not having enough time to bring her arms into position to brace her fall. Instantly, other thin and slimy things wrapped themselves around both legs. 

A quick glance back over her shoulder was blocked by her lengthy hair. Brushing it quickly out of the way, she saw several thin tentacles rising out of the ground from a small hole, a thin blue semi-transparent slime covering their black skin. Angrily, Yanari kicked, and most of them relinquished their grasp of her. 

Then, all around her, holes appeared in the hard-packed dirt of the roadway, and swarms of tentacles rushed toward her. Kicking away the remaining tentacles which had originally ensnared her, Yanari quickly rose to her feet to flee. 

Yet the new tentacles latched onto her legs and hauled her to the ground once more, but at least she was able to brace her fall this time. However, that was also her undoing, as dozens of tentacles rushed at her wrists while others rushed for her ankles. 

Now panic took over, and she recognized her own voice: a scream which seemed soft and distant as the pounding of her heart echoed loudly in her head, due both to adrenaline and the pain of her first fall. With her hands, she tried to grab at the tentacles to push or throw them aside, but the bluish slime which covered them was too slippery, making her hands quite useless. 

Crawling away was the next option. Yet the tentacles, despite the thin coating of slime, kept a firm grasp upon her, allowing her to move no more than a few centimeters in any direction as more and more tentacles rose from newly-formed holes in the ground to rush at her. 

Now it was simply a matter of struggling as fiercely as possible, hoping to somehow break free, or perhaps tire out the tentacles so that their grasp loosened and she could escape. Somewhere deep in her mind, almost subconsciously, she realized that she was now just like the helpless, young women in the bondage films her brother directed, struggling fiercely for the enjoyment of unseen others watching the films in the privacy of their own dwellings. Yanari's subconscious mind even pictured a typical guy standing over her, a lecherous look in his eyes, laughing loudly at her predicament as he thoroughly enjoyed her vicious struggle against the swarms of tentacles. 

Eventually, Yanari began to tire, both from her fierce struggles and from being awake for such a long time. It took all her mental strength to continue her physical struggle, yet she could subconsciously hear the man's laughter growing even louder, cheering for the tentacles between jovial guffaws. 

Now the tentacles were wrapped around almost her entire body, squeezing tightly. Yanari now had a new concern: These tentacles apparently meant to crush her to death!!! That renewed her struggles again, even though breathing was not nearly as easy now. Somehow, she reasoned that as long as she was alive, she would not be devoured by whatever animal or animals "owned" these tentacles, and that reasoning was enough to boost her will, at least temporarily. 

Her body covered with the bluish-colored slime, some of it trickled into her mouth. It tasted somewhat sweet, and her stomach growled at her throat to swallow it. Instinctively, she did, finding that she liked the taste. Yet when she opened her mouth to scream again, one of the tentacles launched itself into her mouth, easily muffling her screams as it expanded to fill the oral cavity. 

As if on cue, the other tentacles dove into her clothing and footwear and began shredding her garments. Now the fear of rape gripped her mind, and her body instinctively renewed its vicious struggles. Rape was indeed the appropriate word for her mouth, which was being furiously violated by the now-thick tentacle which was slowly working it way toward her throat with each thrust. Biting down on the oral invader did no good, as it simply caused more slime to fill her mouth, and she was forced to swallow it in order to have a chance of breathing through her nose. 

Now almost completely naked, Yanari felt her legs being pulled painfully wide. Several tentacles penetrated her simultaneously, invading her womanhood and similarly expanding in size to fill the confining space. Her body bucked fiercely to try to dislodge them, but other tentacles around her ankles and wrists and torso held firm. As if to punish her for fighting her current predicament, a particularly thick tentacle smacked her HARD across the chest, knocking the air out of her and temporarily silencing her. 

The tentacle raping her mouth chose that very moment to spew what seemed like bucketsful of the sweet-tasting slime into her mouth, and her throat quickly began swallowing instinctively to clear the passageway for the requisite breathing. With her throat working fiercely to remove all the slime from her mouth, air from her nose could not reach her lungs, causing a burning sensation in her chest. Once her mind realized she was asphyxiating, her body began to struggle anew, only to be punished again with another HARD impact across her chest. The tentacles between her legs were now moving rapidly in counter-strokes to each other, keeping her womanhood filled at all times as her natural lubrication mixed with the tentacles' apparently-natural slime to ease the perpetual invasion of her most secret area. 

Yet just when Yanari was certain she was doing to die of suffocation, the tentacle in her mouth withdrew rapidly. Once her throat had cleared the last of the slime from her mouth, she gasped loudly, inhaling as much air as possible as quickly as possible despite the constriction of other tentacles around her ribcage. For the first time in what seemed like hours, the young woman dared to open her eyes, only to clamp them shut again at the sight of the thick mass of writing tentacles hovering above her, like horny men in one of her brother's films lined up to have their way with a captive woman. 

At least in films, the woman is a WILLING captive, she thought sadly, her mind finally conceding that she would likely die here, raped by tentacles until her body was to exhausted to continue the struggle, at which time animals would emerge to eat her. 

Yet despite her slowly-weakening struggles, Yanari cursed her body for betraying her. Despite this most unusual rape, there was a glimmer of erotic pleasure in such an inhuman use of her body. Perhaps because she was never really a sexual being, the young adventurer's subconscious mind was finding a perverse pleasure in being reduced to a living sex doll... for something which was obviously NOT Human or even Humanoid. In addition to the heat naturally generated by her long, fierce struggling, a new, almost-foreign heat was growing from her core and spreading throughout her body. No longer did she scream in terror; she now moaned in part-terror, part-pleasure... and the part-pleasure aspect of her moaning was slowly gaining prominence. 


Yanari: Awakening



Days of near-constant walking along a wide and infinitely-straight dirt-packed "roadway," nights of sleeping high in the flanking trees, and meals administered by bizarre tentacles which would suddenly spawn from the ground and feed her what could only be alien sperm... 

Yanari knelt in a small river, now quite comfortable with her perpetual nudity, the last of the bluish slime from her latest feeding being detached by the gentle flow of the water. The tentacles - effectively her "friends" on this strange planet - seemed able to read both her mind and her body, knowing what she needed or desired, presenting themselves as if on cue whenever they could be of assistance to her. 

If only they could bring her a new spacecraft, or at least lead her to a civilized society where she might be able to find a way to return to space and resume her journey. 

Perhaps even stranger, however, is that Yanari's first encounter with the tentacles had awakened something buried deep within her: her own sexuality. With really nothing to do but walk and "feed" and think, she had given a lot of thought to that issue over the past few days, and ultimately reasoned that with a brother well-known in the adult industry for bondage-based pornography, she had subconsciously tried to be something other than sexual, to distance herself as much as possible from her brother's disdainful occupation and counteract the "shame" his career bestowed upon the family. To some extent, it worked - even though the rest of the family had long "disowned" him, she and he had always remained intensely loyal to each other, and she was even rumored to be the only family member to attend his funeral. 

...which had probably already occurred, given the days she had spent thus far on this remote planet, with no means to return to space and continue her journey, and no ability to call for assistance without attracting the attention of those who had attacked her and forced her to crash-land here. 

With the exception of her mouth, none of the tentacles had entered Yanari's body since that initial encounter. In fact, even the tentacles in her mouth had generally remained completely passive, simply volleying their bluish seed down her throat to nourish her. But in the intervening days, the more she thought of that initial encounter, the more she wanted to experience it again. 

This time, however, it would be different. Then, she was scared for her life, deeply fearful that once the inhuman rape ended, she would be eaten or killed. Now, however, she knew that the tentacles were her "friends," always watching out for her, taking care of her survival needs, and ensuring she knew that she was not truly alone on this remote planet. 

Bending forward, Yanari submerged herself in the river, the coolness of the water relaxing her body and her mind. She remained underwater for perhaps thirty seconds, focusing upon and enjoying the gentle flow of water across her most private parts. As if moving of their own accord, her hands found her breasts, gently cupping the feminine flesh, kneading the twin protrusions, tweaking the hardening tips with her fingers, and establishing an electrifying connection from each nipple down to her hardened clitoris. 

The tentacles had indeed awakened her sexuality, and now she truly needed sexual release. 

Suddenly consciously realizing her lungs were on fire, Yanari rose out of the water, still in her kneeling position, inhaling the much-needed air as her hands continued to manipulate her breasts for - as far as she could remember - the very first time in her life. Even with her eyes closed, she could somehow sense the tentacles once again emerging silently from the ground behind her, just beyond the edge of the river. 

This time, she would eagerly welcome their assault upon her body. 

Yanari did not need to wait long before she felt the first tentative touch just underneath her left shoulder blade. At the initial slightly-slimy contact, a soft whimper escaped her lips, and her heart leapt in anticipation. 

Less than a minute later, her upper torso felt as if it were encased in slimy tentacles, yet none of them had attempted to enter her body. Instead, randomly, the tentacles squeezed her briefly, or slid across her skin with tiny and nearly-imperceptible movements. This time, the young adventurer felt absolutely no fear, no panic, no urge to fight or scream. 

She did, however, hope that no one would come find her now and interrupt this most unusual of interspecies coupling. 

Underneath the mass of slimy alien flesh, Yanari tried to move her hands, and the tentacles yielded briefly. Other tentacles suddenly wrapped around her wrists and gently pulled her forearms back behind her, effectively thrusting her chest forward as the momentarily-bare skin was again covered by slippery exotic extremities. 

In her mind's eye, Yanari imagined herself now as one of the women in her brother's many films, bound in some manner, surrounded by horny men waiting to spew their seed both upon her and within her. The thin sheen of slime from each of the tentacles encasing her must certainly feel similar to having some fifty men emptying themselves upon her, she reasoned. 

Before, such a thought would have horrified her, sickened her. Now, the thought absolutely thrilled her, as indicated by the involuntary quivering south of her navel and the growing moistness inside her. 

Almost instinctively, the willing captive began to struggle sensually, putting on a show of mock resistance for the fifty men she imagined surrounding her. Soft moans escaped her lips as the tentacles continued to squeeze her and move across her skin. Still kneeling in the river as she moved, her torso careened like a spinning top nearly ready to tumble. Deep in her subconscious mind, something gave a tiny token protest at the inhuman assault upon her body, but Yanari was truly conscious of only one thing: 

She wanted - and needed - more. 

"Walking" on her knees, Yanari slowly turned herself around and approached the bank of the river. The tentacles each adjusted position accordingly, moving her forearms up and behind her head before binding them together. For a brief moment, she opened her eyes, and reveled in the sight of more than a dozen tentacles on the shore, each writhing seductively like an Old Earth belly dancer, each vomiting short bursts of bluish alien seed into the air. 

Her need was now almost desperate, and her knees moved forward a little faster. Yanari did not feel the occasional stones on the riverbed as they pressed uncomfortably into her knees and her legs. She was aware only of the growing sexual energy radiating deep within her core and bubbling toward release. 

She imagined a black-clad Mistress standing just beyond the bank, a wicked bullwhip in Her hand, ready to strike. Moving even faster, Yanari longed to feel the bite of the whip, the pain of the impact with her tender flesh. She wanted her anguish to bring delight to the imagined Mistress. 

Her clitoris throbbed more intently now. 

Reaching the shore and slowly emerging from the water, Yanari closed her eyes again, savoring every sensation. As the slippery tentacles around her chest loosened and retracted, she softly pleaded for them to remain, but when she felt the first strike across her breasts, she understood why they had extricated themselves from her body. 

New tentacles grew up from the ground around her, quickly encircling her ankles and legs, snaking up her thighs like fast-growing vines. Deliberately, they dragged her legs apart as the beating of the young adventurer's chest caused her to grunt and pant loudly, each impact renewing her body's instinctive "fight or flight" struggle. 

"Yes!!!" A single tentacle stroked Yanari's dripping womanhood, adding its own thin layer of lubrication to that which was already seeping copiously from within her. The soft stroking motion across her nether lips provided a wonderful counterpoint to the gradually-intensifying beating afforded to her breasts, so that groans mixed with moans as her body writhed from the onslaught of sensations. 

Opening her eyes once more, Yanari watched a thick tentacle retract, then hurl itself at her chest yet again. Seeing the motion caused her breath to catch and her body to fight for freedom, and the resultant grunt from the impact to be louder than her previous vocalizations. She was mesmerized; Yanari was unable to pull her eyes away from that one tentacle, unable to close her eyelids to block out the source of the coming pain. 

With sudden violence, she was fiercely impaled by the tentacle previously stroking between her legs. The act was swift and slightly painful, but the pain was quickly transformed to pleasure as the alien being began to slowly make love to her. 

...while still pummeling her chest. 

...and her exposed lower cheeks, adding yet another source of sensory input. With all this activity both upon her and within her, Yanari's heart soared and her body sang. 

...as did her voice moments later as the first climax lambasted her like a tidal wave. So intense was the release that her voice likely could have been heard even on the opposite side of the planet. A sexual frenzy seized her, causing her to thrash about uncontrollably against the desired restraints, subconsciously fighting the eerie coupling yet consciously pleading - and screaming - for more. 

Yanari's cries of passion rose yet another decibel as the first hot surge of alien sperm smashed against her cervix with such force that it was actually painful, yet the inhuman act triggered a second orgasm to wrack her senses anew. Her body contorted as much as the tightening bondage would allow, and suddenly every tentacle in the immediate area was firing volley after volley after volley after volley of slimy alien seed either at her or deep inside her. 

I was made for this!!! she thought through the mental haze of lust, before a sudden darkness befell her. 

True darkness had settled upon the scene when Yanari regained consciousness. She was rather groggy at first, barely able to force herself to sit upright. Her body was definitely sore, her throat was painfully dry, and - despite her many quests in the interim - she had not felt so alive in several years. She had just been thoroughly used and abused - no different than the women in her brother's many films - by an alien creature whose name and full form she did not know. As she remembered the day's events (at least, up to the moment when she passed out from the sensory overload), she actually smiled and blushed a little at the most unusual memories. 

A little of the bluish alien slime had found its way into the adventurer's mouth during the ordeal, but it was not nearly enough to stave off the intense hunger she now felt. Her stomach rumbled to protest its emptiness, making its boisterous plea for sustenance. Almost before she could form the thought in her mind, several tentacles sprouted from the ground and advanced, ready to nourish her. 

Exhausted, Yanari fell back to the hard-packed "road" to nowhere, jarring her mind with her head's unprotected impact with the unforgiving ground. Passively, she lay there in the fleeting remnants of an intense sexual daze, her mouth soundlessly open like a newborn chick waiting to be fed. 

She was fed slowly by a single tentacle, an occasional jet of alien semen launched at her parted lips, occasionally missing the mark and facializing her. As she "ate," the young woman's strength slowly returned until she was at last able to drag herself back into the river to bathe and to drink. 

Such a strange existence, Yanari thought as she cupped her hands and brought cool, refreshing water to her lips, pondering her most unusual sexual awakening. Perhaps it would not be so bad if I were to spend the rest of my life here, alone with these friendly tentacles.



Yanari: Bitch



At last, after days of travel by foot, the long, straight, wide, hard, dirt-packed road came to an intersection. Yanari could turn back, continue ahead, or turn either left or right, as the roads crossed at perfect perpendicular angles. With the daylight slowly fading, the young nude adventurer decided that it would be best to turn back to the river she had passed a few minutes earlier and find someplace there to spend the night, perhaps embarking on a new road at daylight. 

Back at the river's edge, Yanari knelt on the hard banking and closed her eyes. As her ears caught the soothing sound of the flowing water, she spread her arms, openly inviting her dinner to come to her. Moments later, several tentacles rose to meet her hands while another gently tickled her between the legs. "Okay," she laughed softly, "you can taste me as I taste you." 

The tentacle between Yanari's legs gently stroked up and down the length of her feminine folds, extracting her sweet wetness. In response, she gently squeezed the slippery tentacles in her hands, feeling them pulse in her palms and their thin slimy bluish coating trickling over her fingers. Shortly, her lips already parted slightly from the action between her thighs, she felt another tentacle knock softly at her mouth, causing her to instinctively widen her oral opening to allow it passage. 

Dinner and a good fuck, Yanari thought with glee. That should help me to sleep soundly through the night and deal with the intersection in the morning. 

A soft cry awoke Yanari from her awkward position, sleeping on a thick branch high up in a tree flanking the neverending roadway. The first light of day colored the sky, allowing her brief glimpses of the roadway far beneath her as she looked down through the layers of branches and leaves. The next cry which reached her ears brought her to full alertness. 

It was without question the cry of a Human female having sex. Why someone would be engaged in sexual activity in such a place at first seemed illogical to Yanari. 

Then she remembered her own experiences since the crash-landing on this planet. 

The young adventurer tried to be as still and as quiet as possible, leaning back against the trunk of the tree and closing her eyes. She listened to the "radio show," trying to imagine what the woman below might look like in the throes of passion and wondering if she might herself look the same. Listening to the sounds of intimacy caused a warmth to form between her legs, and her hands began to wander... 

Suddenly, Yanari's eyes snapped open as she realized that the sounds of a woman's passion likely meant that she was not alone - there would be at least two people below, and more people meant more heads to determine how to leave this strange planet. Quietly, slowly, cautiously, Yanari began to descend the tall tree, hoping to remain hidden until the sexual interlude had ended. 

Instead, what Yanari saw both shocked her and enlightened her as to the definition of "normal" on this strange planet. 

The young woman in the roadway was extremely pale of skin, with not a single strand of hair anywhere upon her body, including upon her head - even her eyebrows had been removed. Her body bore the markings of a bondage slave unable to escape the unbridled wrath of a violent Dominant - Yanari was just vaguely familiar with these types of markings from her brother's more disturbing films. The slave wore a heavy metal collar which had apparently been laser-sealed into place, with "Bitch" emblazoned across the front in carved and blackened lettering. For the first Human she had seen since her own unconventional arrival upon this unusual planet, Yanari was fairly taken aback at this unforeseen development. 

But what seemed "normal" was the throng of tentacles using and abusing the newcomer. Yet "Bitch" appeared and sounded as if she were thoroughly enjoying the sexual onslaught, even as her opened, unfocused eyes clearly communicated otherwise. Nonetheless, "Bitch" did not even flinch as the tentacles writhing around her began to spew their bluish seed into the air - she had clearly been in this inhuman predicament previously. 

Perhaps most disturbing to the young adventurer, however, was that she felt herself moisten and quiver as she watched "Bitch" receiving the same alien attention (affection?) she had come to enjoy herself. Similarly, jealously began to gnaw at the back of her mind. 

Their eyes suddenly met, and "Bitch" made a silent plea for help even as she began to cry out in orgasm. Yanari scurried the rest of the way to the ground and slowly walked toward the interspecies coupling, unsure of exactly what she might be able to do to help "Bitch," but knowing that at least her presence should help to ease the stranger's mind. 

Suddenly, the mass of tentacles split into two groups, with the larger group rushing toward Yanari. She stood stoically, knowing and welcoming what was about to happen, and the jealously she had felt moments ago was sated at the first warm, slimy touch upon her left foot. In seconds, Yanari's legs were completely hidden within the throng of tentacles, with several attempting to enter her body simultaneously as the others continued to trek up her body. 

Her last conscious thought was of the sheer pleasure she was about to receive, and she smiled brightly as the sky brightened in response. Then everything else was a blurry haze of sexuality. 

"Mistress! Thank goodness You're awake!" 

Yanari found herself laying on the bank of the river near the tree where she had slept, submerged up to her neck. She did not feel very hungry, meaning that she must have been fed quite well during the sexual ordeal, which she sadly could not remember. She did, however, feel a little thirsty, but "Bitch" took care of that quickly by cupping her hands and offering water from the river. 

"Thank you," Yanari said softly after several small drinks. The light from the planet's star was extremely bright, its heat unmistakable and only partially muted by being mostly submerged in the river. Her body ached, but it was a good ache, the ache of a long, thorough, brutal fuck combined with similar floggings, and she dearly wished she could remember it. There was still a slight aftertaste of the sweet alien seed, bringing a small, weary smile to her lips. 

"The tentacles eventually all flocked to You, Mistress, and You took them on like no one i have ever seen before," "Bitch" said admiringly. "i have never been so good with multiple penetrations," she added sadly, as if severely disappointed with herself. 


Slowly, Yanari sat up in the water. "Bitch" knelt next to her in the river, looking downcast, and the young adventurer was almost certain she could see a dark cloud surrounding this unusual stranger. 

"What is your name?" Yanari finally asked. "I'm Yanari." 

"i no longer have a 'real' name, Mistress," came the almost-unexpected reply. "i am simply Bitch, as it says on the collar. That is the designation my Master imposed upon me when i entered His service several years ago, Mistress." 

Yanari was unsure what to say, as she had never encountered such a situation. After a moment of hesitation, she simply took Bitch into her arms, then was amazed when Bitch began to cry. 

"It's okay," Yanari whispered. "Cry yourself dry if you must." 

Bitch definitely did cry herself dry. 

"Mistress, what do W/we do for food here?" 

Yanari and Bitch leaned against a large boulder as they sat in the shade of a particularly tall tree. 

"Before I answer that," Yanari finally challenged, "just why do you keep calling me 'Mistress?' I own no one but myself." 

"But, Mistress," Bitch explained reverently, "You have hair, and You are not collared. You are inherently my Superior. Or, perhaps, am i mistaken?" 

"Very much mistaken, indeed!" Yanari said softly, more to herself than to Bitch. "I don't know what you have been through in your life, especially during your service to your so-called 'Master,' but in my honest opinion, I definitely cannot see myself controlling another." 

Bitch seemed to think about this for several moments. "Then are you a slave like me? Aren't all slaves to be devoid of all hair and permanently collared?" 

"I am definitely NOT a -"

Yanari stopped herself short, suddenly realizing that she was - or, at least, was becoming - a slave: a slave to the tentacles. In her late brother's films, impossibly-beautiful women were perpetually tortured and fucked, all for the joy of men... and occasionally of a few women. 

On this planet, the men and women were purely imagined, their actions embodied by the always-lurking tentacles. Now over her initial fear, Yanari cherished and craved each interaction with the tentacles, whether for nourishment of her body or nourishment of her newfound sexuality. In either case, she suddenly realized that she simply could not survive without the tentacles. 

"Perhaps I am," the adventurer admitted with a sigh, quietly, painfully. Not since she was a young schoolgirl in braces had she been truly dependent upon someone else - or, in this situation, something else. Now, her life was truly dependant upon the tentacles, since she had no clue as to which plants on this planet were edible and which were poisonous, nor did she have anything she could use to cook a plant should it indeed be edible. 

"How long have you been here?" Yanari asked, eager to change the subject. 

"Only a few hours, Mistress. my Master took advantage of my greatest fear and used it to abandon me here. i have apparently displeased Him one too many times." 

"Thus all the fading welts and the bruises upon your body." 

"Yes, Mistress." 

Great, Yanari thought. I've been downed here, and Bitch has been abandoned here. I guess that means that no one will be coming to rescue us anytime soon. 

"Mistress?" 

Yanari clearly heard Bitch's stomach growl in the brief silence which followed. 

"What do W/we do for food here, Mistress?" 

After a long hesitation, Yanari took Bitch's hand. "You are probably not going to like it." 

"Mistress?" Bitch questioned. 

"Let's just say that you could have eaten already." 

"But, Mistress, i don't understand." 

"Well, it can be a bit difficult to accept at first." Come, my friends, Yanari thought as she closed her eyes. Come and teach her how to eat. 

A squeak from Bitch was all the signal Yanari needed to know that tentacles were again appearing from the ground around them. What caused her to open her eyes, however, was Bitch's sudden movement into her lap, clinging to her like a fearful toddler clings to a parent. Bitch trembled quite visibly. 

"Mistress!!! They're back!!!" 

"They are," Yanari said calmly, soothingly, stroking Bitch's hairless head, "and they are my friends." 

The expression of pure shock on the slave's face was absolutely priceless. 

"Unless you happen to know what plants on this planet are edible and have some way to cook them if necessary, those tentacles represent our sole source of food... short of resorting to cannibalism." 

"Those... those things are... FOOD, Mistress?" Her voice wavered greatly, her body trembled mightily. 

"I assume that you have eaten plenty of Human semen before, correct?" 

"Yes, Mistress, but -"

"This is essentially the same thing - I think. The source is obviously different, but semen is semen, right?" 

"But -"

"Wait. Just watch." Yanari held Bitch tightly as the tentacles began to encircle them, their slimy bluish coverings feeling squishy against the adventurer's skin. Feed me first, she thought. 

Seconds later, a single tentacle entered her open mouth. "Mistress!!!" But Yanari ignored the woman in her lap, closing her eyes and relishing the sweet taste of the alien seed. As the first volley made its way down her throat, the adventurer finally realized just how hungry she was, and used a hand to pump the tentacle, attempting to squeeze out even more semen even faster. 

At last, having eaten her fill, Yanari pulled the tentacle from her mouth. With a sated smile, she opened her eyes again, offering the tentacle to Bitch. 

"But, Mistress..." 

Yanari thought about some of her brother's films. "Have you ever been in a massive orgy with other women involved?" 

"Of course, Mistress. That is practically standard fare for slaves where i come from." 

"Then if you don't want to eat directly from the 'source,' lick my face, just like you would lick a man's seed spilled upon another woman's face an body." 

Despite her obvious look of skepticism, Bitch closed her eyes and slowly moved her face closer and closer. "That's it," Yanari whispered in encouragement. "You'll definitely enjoy the taste." 

Closing her eyes, Yanari reveled in the feel of Bitch's tongue against her chin, the warm wet lick cleaning away some of the alien seed which had dribbled out of her mouth previously. Interestingly, the lick did not feel particularly different from a tentacle's touch, except for the warmer temperature and the lack of "natural lubrication." 

"Oh, Mistress, You were right! Human cum just doesn't taste nearly as sweet!" And Yanari enjoyed the tongue bath as Bitch cleaned her completely and eagerly. 

After having eaten their fill, Yanari and Bitch bathed as best as they could in the river. After having shared their first "meal" together, Yanari felt much closer now to the strange newcomer, and gazed upon her in a new light. 

But it's just because she is the only other Human I have seen since I was forced down here, the adventurer told herself. Bitch still cannot compare to my many-tentacled friends. 

"Mistress?" 

Bitch's voice brought Yanari away from her thoughts, and she suddenly realized she was staring at the newcomer's chest. "I was... just, um, thinking," she apologized, turning away to look down the roadway toward the intersection. 

A moment later, Yanari nearly jumped when she felt the slave's arm wrap around her waist. "May i help You 'think,' Mistress?" 

"Perhaps later," Yanari replied, stepping out of Bitch's hold and stepping back onto the roadway. "What we need to do now is decide which way to go at the intersection up ahead. But in any case, we should act upon that decision in the morning, when we have a full amount of daylight to double back if necessary and choose another path." 

"You are indeed wise, Mistress. i would not have thought of the amount of daylight in making such a decision." 

I am definitely not your Mistress, Yanari thought, but figured that if a Mistress-slave "relationship" would help Bitch to better adjust to these most unusual circumstances, then she should not do or say anything to break the newcomer's "comfort zone" and make the situation more difficult than it already was. 

As the final light of day faded into darkness to reveal the zillions of stars overhead, Yanari lay mostly-submerged in the river, leaning on the bank, allowing Bitch to caress her. Having never been interested in women before, Yanari was finding herself quite intrigued and practically mesmerized by Bitch's attentions. While a slave, it was very clear that the strange newcomer had a definite natural talent with her hands which her training had only perfected. 

"Are You relaxed now, Mistress?" Bitch asked. 

"Very," Yanari nearly whispered, gracing her masseuse with a smile. "If only I could take your hands with me wherever I go for the rest of my life..." 

"i do apparently now belong to You, Mistress," Bitch commented, a note of happiness in her voice. "You are clearly not a slave like me, and You are definitely incredibly smart and wise, so i must inherently belong to You now since my Master has abandoned me here. Perhaps He knew You were here, Mistress, which is why He has left me here, in Your care" 

Yanari thought for a moment. "How did he leave you here?" 

Bitch continued the massage, but her touch changed - it was clear that she was distressed by simply remembering her abandonment. "my Master had only said that W/we were going on a long trip T/together. He left me locked in my cage, as usual when W/we travel, in a dimly-lit chamber of His small spacecruiser, with no windows for me to see outside. i was a little concerned that my Master's other slaves were not accompanying U/us on this trip, but i assumed that this was to be something special. 

"Perhaps i should have suspected something when my Master finally came to release me from the cage, and blindfolded me before leading me out of the chamber. He helped me into a heavy backpack-like thing, and then slowly led me through the spacecruiser, finally telling me to stand still where i was. He ordered me to close my eyes, and then removed the blindfold, and i heard my Master walk away, but kept my eyes closed as ordered.

"Perhaps ten minutes later, the floor suddenly dropped out from beneath me, and i remember screaming loudly as i fell and fell and fell and fell and fell. At some point, i opened my eyes, saw that i was falling toward the ground, and slammed them shut again, just moments before the parachute self-opened. 

"As long as i have been in my Master's service, i have always been deathly afraid of heights, and i assume that i was this way since birth. Certainly, as my Master, it was His right to do anything He wanted with me, short of killing me, but to take advantage of my absolute worst fear to discard me like a forgotten doll..." 

Bitch collapsed upon the adventurer, suddenly sobbing loudly, and Yanari had a strong suspicion that this would indeed be a long, long night.