Earth: Tentacle Breeding Ground – Chapter 2 by worldender
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What are these intros even for?
Two months had passed since Sarah began to hypothesize about the aliens’ potential weakness. Radio contact with the outside world had gone quiet for weeks now, and the only information being shared before was that regular ammunition didn’t seem to affect the creatures much as it simply got absorbed into their flesh. It was too risky to use explosives as there were always captive humans nearby, and destroying the entire nest would cost innumerable lives.
How on earth would humanity be able to overcome these impossible odds? Sarah had a clue: she had caused severe damage to one of the monsters with just a regular flare gun. Why would such a low-powered weapon have such a dramatic effect? She was determined to find out. Was it the heat? The light? If only she could study their biology up close… but that was impossible. Her only choice was to attempt to gleam insights on the invaders by watching their depraved actions over the security camera network.
“Let’s zoom in on camera seven,” Sarah said to Adam, who was sitting next to her in the bunker’s monitoring room and controlling the interface. “I think I see a few Takers acting strangely…” She idly clicked the button on her pen as she readied herself to record any worthwhile observations in her notebook. Sure enough, some of the tentacle creatures were flailing about as if attacking something. Usually encounters with the Takers didn’t last long. They simply overpowered their prey and, well, took them.
Sarah didn’t think that the strange activity on the screen would lead to any sort of breakthrough, but at this point she was clutching at straws to find anything useful. The last few days of watching the monitors hadn’t yielded much in the way of results, just empty, ichor-covered streets, the occasional wild animal, and hundreds of captive humans being endlessly fucked.
Though it had been difficult to watch at first, initially due to horror but later on due to arousal, Sarah was now starting to become desensitized to the countless nude bodies and the lewd acts being performed on them. The biologist in her actually came to start marveling at the invading creatures and how they were apparently managing to convert human fluids – a substance that should have been completely alien to them – into a source of energy and sustenance.
Just the other day, she had spotted a hulking Taker stalking the city streets. The large creature, like the others of its kind, seemed entirely formed out of squirming, fleshy tentacles that worked together to create a body. It crawled on six limbs that supported a thick, hog-like torso. Embedded in each limb were two nude women – one in the upper leg above the “knee” and one below.
Their limbs and faces were all covered with unyielding tentacles, leaving their large, voluptuous breasts, distended stomachs, and moist holes exposed – though the latter were almost always filled with pulsating tentacles pumping some sort of thick, orange fluid deep inside. Sarah imagined this must be some sort of seminal fluid, as all the women appeared to be in the late stages of pregnancy. Her suspicions were proven correct, as every so often, one of the women would begin to violently spasm and twitch before several small tentacles would gush from her womb and sloppily wriggle on the ground covered in juices. The baby creatures would slither off while the newly evacuated pussy was filled with more tentacle cocks to continue the cycle anew.
As it moved, the creature’s legs quickly shuffled along the ground, causing all twelve sets of tits to madly swing and jiggle while their bulging stomachs shook. Eventually, the creature seemed to tire and came to a stop. At this point, the tentacles working on stuffing the women’s pussies redoubled their efforts, this time paying close attention to each of their engorged clits with vibrating and sucking tendrils, seemingly in an attempt to promote milk production.
Larger tentacles sprouted from the creature’s misshapen “head” like dreadlocks and firmly latched onto each woman’s hard nipples before starting to rhythmically squeeze and knead the supple flesh. Their efforts were soon rewarded as creamy white liquid began to spurt from the helpless tits, which was quickly sucked up by the tentacles. After a short while of doing this, the alien’s lethargy seemed to wane and it resumed its activities.
Sarah still hadn’t figured out how the Takers managed to get the women to lactate to this degree, especially as she had witnessed some ladies who didn’t appear pregnant whatsoever still manage to squirt gallons of milk. She assumed it had something to do with the injections that were regularly administered to the captives, the juices being pumped into every orifice, or both. It had to be some sort of alien drug that produced strong aphrodisiac effects, boosted reproductive traits, and, clearly, greatly enhanced virility as evidenced by the almost constantly ejaculating men trapped in the creature’s back.
The twelve men were almost completely absorbed into the creature’s writhing flesh, with only their enormous erections and full balls exposed. Just like the bouncing boobs below them, their genitals madly danced through the air as the creature swiftly scampered through the streets. Despite the erratic movements of their manhoods, dexterous tentacles still managed to stroke them from base to tip. Vibrating tendrils were wrapped around and rapidly masturbating each cock, the speed of which sent the tentacles’ lube-like slime flying everywhere. Their balls were constantly fondled and teased by little feelers that seemed determined to help them build up as much cum as possible before releasing their loads.
And release them they did. Every ten seconds or so, at least two or three of the men powerfully ejaculated, sending rope after rope of hot jizz erupting out of their straining, foot long dicks. The sticky semen rained down in all directions, splattering onto the swollen tits and pregnant bellies of the women below them and coating the ground as the creature walked to create a slick trail of spunk wherever it went. Even while the men were cumming the tentacles never let up. They even seemed to relish in attacking their over-sensitive cock heads at these moments, causing the ejaculating penises to twitch madly in post-orgasm torture.
This behavior confused Sarah quite a bit.
“Why do you suppose they waste the semen of some men but yet collect it from others?” She had asked Adam. They both weren’t as used to all the explicit details on the monitors back then, so they still only managed to speak about them aloud after fighting through considerable embarrassment.
“No idea,” He shrugged. I’ve been more concerned about how they get those guys to ejaculate so damn much. Speaking from experience, I can tell you that three or four times in a row is usually my physical limit before things start to hurt.” Adam seemed to realize what he was admitting to only as he was finished saying it. Sarah blinked and looked away with a slight blush.