My eyes fluttered opened and I sat up quickly. For a moment, I assumed I was awakening in the library and had fallen asleep studying again.  It made sense at first; the last thing I remembered was reading and taking notes from my macroeconomics book, and my eyes growing heavy.  But as my eyes adjusted to the light I realized I was not slumped over, leaning on a table in the library with my head resting on a book.  I wasn't in the library at all.  Instead I found myself lying on the floor in a dimly lit gray room.  The room was massive, like it was a warehouse or something.  But there were no visible doors or windows.  Literally everything around me was gray, the floors the walls and the ceiling.  The only thing that wasn't gray was the dull fluorescent lighting on the ceiling.  As I took in my surroundings, completely puzzled, I tried to think of what could have happened to me that took me from the library to this mysterious place.

But a noise behind me caused me to turn my head and instantly my concern for how I ended up here vanished.  For a moment I was convinced I was dreaming, and that I in fact was sleeping in the library because the massive thing that loomed over me could only be the creation of a nightmare.  The creature was unlike anything I had ever seen or imagined.  It had features of a man, a machine, and of a creature one would see in a horror or science fiction movie.  The monster dwarfed me, standing eight or nine feet in height.  Its massive head was probably eight times the size of my own and it looked down at me with orange eyes that burned fiercely, appearing almost mechanical, more like glowing lights than eyes.  The thing had no nose and where its mouth should have been was a massive, long, gray, veiny appendage.  There was no mistaking what this appendage was; it was a massive phallus, thicker than the calves on my legs.  The monster's face was covered in gray scaly flesh but its skull was metallic and mechanical-looking.  In the back of its head was a thick glass chamber, with a white slimy fluid sloshing around inside.  Below its horrifying head was a thick mechanical neck and shoulders, and below them massive fleshy arms and hands.  The creature had a fleshy chest and a grotesquely bloated belly.  Protruding from its massive belly were a dozen long gray tentacles, each one was longer than my own body, as thick as my wrist, and ended in a bulbous head.  The tentacles writhed around wildly and then withdrew into its body, only to shoot out and writhe around again.  The creature did not appear to have legs but from its "waist" up it was still the size of a small elephant.  With its gray flesh and phallic "trunk" the thing almost resembled an elephant, if an elephant mated with one of the creatures from the Alien movies.  Its body rested into a metal base that was connected to strange-looking machinery, a series of metal boxes, chambers and wires.  Tubes and pipes protruded from various points of the monster's body and travelled to more machinery behind it.  The machinery connected to the creature nearly doubled it in size.

I looked the monster up and down for several moments, in absolute shock, before I regained my senses.  Finally instinct took over and I let out a horrified scream and stumbled to my feet.  I spun around and tried to run, to get away from this monster, whatever it was.  Unfortunately the monster reacted much more quickly than I did.  As I started to run, I suddenly felt something snake around my ankle, tripping me, and causing me to tumble down onto the floor.  I looked behind me to see that one of the creature's tentacles had wrapped around my ankle.  I stood up again as another tentacle shot from the monster's body and wrapped itself around my other leg.  I let out another scream of terror as I realized I was firmly in this creature's grip.    Thrashing and kicking wildly, I tried to free myself, but the tentacles' grip was strong.  A third tentacle shot out and grabbed at my foot and I kicked madly at it.  It wrapped around my sneaker and in my struggles, I pulled my foot free of the sneaker.  Another tentacle shot out, and slithered up my leg.  I let out another shriek as it slid under the bottom of my sweater, up my belly, between my breasts and out the neck of the sweater, where it wriggled menacingly in front of my face.    Suddenly it pulled upwards, pulling my sweater up with it over my head.  The sweater now covered my face and blinded me, which only increased my panic.  Suddenly I felt my other sneaker being pulled off and I realized in horror that the thing was stripping me of my clothes.  I felt another tentacle slither down my back and slide down the back of my pants, and in an instant they had been yanked down to my ankles.  I started sobbing, helpless in the creature's grip as it slowly tore away at my clothes.  The creature succeeded in pulling my sweater up over my head and completely free of my body.  Other tentacles pulled off my socks and soon my pants were completely off too, leaving me in only my bra and panties.  I continued my futile struggles but the creature's tentacles gripped me by the legs and around my stomach, making escape impossible.  I suddenly I felt a tentacle slither down the small of my back and down the back of my panties.  It slithered down, between my ass cheeks, and slipping up again, over my crotch.  The sensation of this horrible thing touching my most private of areas renewed my determination and I screamed, thrashing and bucking wildly.  But an instant later the tentacle yanked hard, tearing my panties from my body.  Finally a tentacle slid up my belly, under my bra in between my breasts and with a hard yank, the bra was torn from my body and I was now completely naked.  Most of the tentacles withdrew from my body, but two remained wrapped around my ankles.  The tentacles started to pull me back towards the monster.  I fell forward, clawing at the floor desperately trying to crawl away, but the monster effortlessly pulled me towards it.  Two more tentacles shot out and wrapped around my wrists and a fifth tentacle snaked around my waist; that one pulled upwards and suddenly I went from my belly to being on all fours, as if in a crawling position, with my limbs held immobile against the floor.

I wailed in terror as I contemplated what the creature intended for me, my imagination running wild.  I prayed I would wake up from this nightmare but I did not, as I felt another tentacle start to slide up my leg.  It seemed the horror I imagined was about to become a reality.

I felt the tentacle slither up the back of my thigh and began to rub against my crotch and I let out a panicked scream, realizing what the monster intended. I felt the thing wriggling between the pedals of my vagina and I let out a gasp as suddenly it began working relentlessly into my dry, tight hole. I started bucking wildly, trying in vain to pull away from the exploring tentacle but then suddenly it drove forward hard, pushing itself fully into me and I let out a tortured wail. The thing began pumping in and outside of me like a piston and I screamed, helpless as it drove in and out of me. I barely noticed another tentacle slide between my buttocks but I felt it when it drove hard into my ass. That one evidently did not find what it was looking for and quickly withdrew but the one in my pussy pumped in and out of me for a minute or two before it finally swelled and then I felt fluid gushing into my battered hole. I cried out in dismay as I felt the thing cumming inside me. Then as the tentacle withdrew from me, I let out a weak sigh thinking my assault was over. But little did I know that this tentacle was only preparing me for things to come, lubricating my pussy for the true fucking I was about to receive.

The tentacles loosened their grip on me and I collapsed into a sweaty, exhausted, panting heap. I prayed my ordeal was over but a few tentacles slid under my body and flipped me over onto my back. Sobbing, I clamped my thighs shut, suspecting the monster was looking to violate me again as numerous tentacles snaked towards me. A couple grabbed me by my ankles and the others slide under my body. Suddenly I was hoisted up into the air, the tentacles under my body pushing me upwards. The monster lifted me up towards his head and as it did my eyes focused on the massive phallus attached to the front of its face. I cried out in horror as it began to stiffen, becoming hard and straight as a rod, jutting obscenely up in the air. Though it did not swell any more, it was already thicker than my calf and I screamed in terror, praying it did not intend to put that massive thing inside me. The creature tipped its head back so that its head phallus jutted out straight upwards. As I began to thrash around wildly, the monster lifted up its massive arms and wrapped a giant hand around each of my hips. He lifted me up above its face so my vagina was in line with its phallus. I cried out in horror. As I kicked wildly, he suddenly drove me downwards, and I let out an agonized squeal as I was impaled by the phallus. The thing was massive, but my pussy had been well lubricated by the tentacle ‘s cum and with a gross slurping noise, I was lowered onto the massive phallus. I kicked and flailed, trying to pull myself up and away from the massive shaft impaling my poor body but the creature held me securely and I was helpless as it rammed its way up into my pussy. I bucked wildly as I felt the lips of my vagina stretching beyond belief. I looked down and the thing's cold mechanical eyes stared up at me. I could see that the Monster's eyes focused in on me and knowing that it was too strong for me to escape, I tried a new tactic and began to beg and plead, hoping that it could understand and pity me. "Please you are hurting me, please let me go." I cried. I had no idea if the thing could understand what I was saying but if it did, it didn’t care, because it gripped my hips harder with its massive hands, and pushed me down, ramming its phallus deeper into my already stretched pussy. I let out another scream as the creature continued to push its way deeper in. "Oh God, please stop!" I sobbed but the monster drove deeper and deeper into me. Finally, I felt the head of its phallus push against my cervix. It was so painful; I had stopped struggling, every movement only causing more pain. Then slowly the creature lifted me up, ever so slightly, lifting me off his phallus. But after it had had withdrawn maybe halfway, it then quickly shoved me back down, ramming itself back into me again fully and I let out another pained howl. The creature then began to pull me up and down, and I bounced on its face like a limp ragdoll, screaming the entire time as I was brutally fucked. I was helpless as the thing continued its assault, bouncing me up and down on its face. Every time it lifted me up and withdrew from my body, I would gasp and then it would pull me down hard, slamming back into me until it hit my cervix and I would scream and wail again. Eventually my voice grew hoarse and only weak soft cries escaped my throat, as the creature had its way with me, forcing me to obscenely hump its face, for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes.

Suddenly the creature stopped yanking me up and down and withdrew until only its tip was inside me. The creature's head began to shudder and the white liquid inside the glass chamber began to churn. The phallus began throbbing and suddenly it began to cum and waves of scalding hot liquid began to spurt from the glass chamber through the creature's phallus, gushing into my womb. The liquid was so hot and the force of the spurts so intense that I could feel each spurt inside me. The creature continuing cumming, spurt after spurt, leaving scalding hot fluid deep inside my belly. Finally the creature was finished with me and it pulled my limp body off of its now softening phallus. When I was lifted off its shaft I could feel my poor vagina gaping wide open, stretched from its brutal assault, but strangely very little of the monster's ejaculate dripped or flowed out and down my legs. Instead I could feel the stuff travelling up into my womb, as if gravity did not apply to it and it was itself an organism with a mind of its own. The creature pulled me away from its face and lowered me until I was a few inches from the ground and then dropped me. I lay on the ground, my body covered in sweat and cum, my -soaked hair caked against my head, my eyes swollen from my crying and my throat sore from my screaming. I was so sore and so exhausted that I could barely move, I just lay limp on the floor.

After the creature set me down on the floor, its tentacles withdrew into its body, its head drooped down and its eyes slowly dimmed, as if the creature was going dormant or had been turned off. I looked up at it, praying that my ordeal was finally over. Unfortunately it was just beginning.

I didn't even notice the persons enter the room but suddenly I heard footsteps and five individuals circled me. The figures wore what could best be described as spacesuits, or maybe radiation or hazmat suits. They wore helmets with darkened visors and I could not see their faces. They looked like regular people, except that they were all incredibly short, all less than five feet tall. I whimpered as they approached me, too weak to form words, but I prayed these spacesuits were here to rescue me, to take me home. The spacesuits said nothing to me. They just approached me and two grabbed me by my shoulders, while two others grabbed my legs, and I was lifted up into the air. I moaned softly "someone please help me." Still silent, they ignored my plea. The fifth spacesuit held out a black hood. Before I could say anything further, he shoved it over my head, blacking out my vision. Crying softly, but too weak to fight them, I felt myself being carried away. I was carried for some time, the hood preventing me from knowing where I was being taken.

I heard doors slide open and shut and felt myself being carried down flights of stairs. Finally I was dropped to the ground and the hood was pulled from my head. The room I was in was dark but my eyes adjusted quickly. Glancing around, I found myself in some sort of cave. The walls were stone and an earthy, and a musky smell filled my nostrils. Though I sat on rock and soil, a large pool of greenish oozing liquid filled the entire center of the cave, leaving only a small strip of land around the edge, against the walls of the cave. The lake of liquid filled so much of space that, even near the stone wall, the liquid lapped at my toes. Fearful of the strange looking liquid, I scooted back and pressed up against the stone walls. One of the spacesuits stepped forward and grabbed me roughly by one of my wrists. He forced my arm back and pressed it to the wall, next to my head. I looked up and noticed that the wall had numerous circular openings, each probably a few inches in diameter. Suddenly a tentacle snaked out of one of the openings near my arm, slinking in the air for a second before it wrapped around my arm, and then looped though another opening in the wall. This tentacle felt scaly, like those of the monster, but these were a greenish color. The tentacle continued snaking through the opening until it had pulled my arm firmly against the cave wall, securing it tightly. The spacesuit grabbed my other wrist and held it up to the wall and another tentacle snaked out and secured it like the first. I began to cry again, realizing that my ordeal was not over, that some new nightmare awaited me. Another tentacle emerged from the wall and looped around my thigh pulling it to the wall, then a fourth tentacle secured my other thigh, so that I was now secured spread-eagled to the wall of the cave. Yet another tentacle emerged next to my face and looped around my neck, pulling my head back to the wall. The spacesuit stepped away and he and the other spacesuits began to move away. I cried out "don't leave me here!" but they ignored me. As my eyes followed them leaving and I continued my desperate pleas, another tentacle slithered down from above my head. The tentacle waved in front of my face for a split second and then shot forward into my mouth. I tried to scream but the tentacle pushed hard into my mouth and down my throat and only a small whimper escaped my mouth. I tried to bite down on the tentacle but if I did any damage to it, it did not react. The tentacle pushed forward and I began retching, as my gagging reflex took over. But as it pushed further and further down my throat the reflex subsided and though it was still incredibly uncomfortable I did not throw up. It pushed in so far that I knew it must have reached my stomach. I coughed violently, trying to expel the thing but it was secure in its position. Suddenly I felt a bitter salty taste in my mouth as some sort of liquid goo evidently began secreting from the skin of tentacle and began to fill my mouth and then dribble down my chin onto my heaving chest. Despite the thick tentacle being lodged down my throat, I was able to breathe.

I was hyperventilating, in full panic mode, when I suddenly I heard a splashing noise. My eyes shot forward and saw tentacles emerging from the pool in front of me. The edge of the pool was only a few inches from my bottom and the tentacles snaked forward towards my immobile body. One of the tentacles found my thigh and slithered up it. This one was slimy, unlike the smooth scaly tentacles I had experienced to this point. With my thighs secured up on the wall, my vagina was completely exposed. The new tentacle quickly found my crotch and began to probe at my labia and I sobbed in dismay. It explored for only a second and then shoved itself roughly into my pussy, I was sore from the earlier abuse and as it slid in I cried from both the pain and the humiliation. The tentacle slid in the full length until I felt it hit my cervix. It then began to swell until my pussy was completely filled with its girth. Another tentacle slid out of the water towards me, this one feeling around my exposed backside. It found my anus and forced itself in and I gasped and grunted in discomfort as it slid in deep. This one swelled like the other and my two holes were stretched, and completely filled.

I was panicking and trying to thrash around but the tentacles around my limbs and neck held me tightly and the tentacles filling my mouth vagina and anus did not budge. I eventually grew exhausted and stopped struggling. As I sat there limp I noticed for the first time I was not the only one there. A few feet from me was another girl and she was secured like me with tentacles holding her to the wall and tentacles also filling her holes. We made eye contact for a brief moment and she looked at me weakly, with pitying eyes. The next thing I noticed was her belly which was swelled and I realized she was pregnant. It took a few moments before it donned on me that maybe she had not been brought here pregnant, but that the things that had been done to her here had made her like this. It then donned on me that I might also now be pregnant. Had that been the purpose of that giant phallus on the monster's head? I remembered the white fluid that had churned into the monster's head and filled my womb. I began to cry. This couldn't be happening. I was a good student, I stayed out of trouble, and I had a promising future. Now I was secured to a wall, raped by God knows what, with God knows what else growing in my belly. I continued watching the other girl and suddenly she shuddered and began to moan. Her hips bucked slightly and her mouth widened around the tentacle shoved down her throat. I realized the girl was in a state of sexual arousal, and evidently had just had an orgasm. As her body shuddered I also noticed a reddish orb behind her head that began to grow bright red. I had not noticed it before, as it had glowed only faintly and her head was pressed to it, concealing most of it, but as the girl orgasmed the orb grew bright. She shook in ecstasy for a long time, well over a minute, before she fell limp and the glowing orb grew faint again.

It was then that I noticed for the first time a buzzing in my skull and I guessed there must be a similar orb behind my own head. I however felt no sexual arousal, only pain and humiliation. However, a thought crept in my head. 'Stop fighting. Give in. Accept your fate and feel the immeasurable pleasure like the other girl. As these thoughts crept into my head, they felt foreign. These were not my thoughts; these were voices in my head, as if someone else had spoken them to me. Yet no one other than the blonde girl was here and she was only moaning softly with her eyes half closed. I realized that when I heard the voices, the buzzing behind my head increased. The orb was doing it. Or someone else was doing it and using the orb as their tool of communication.

I ignored the orb's directions to surrender and began my struggles again. I began pulling and pushing with my arms and legs, squirming, trying desperately to free myself. It was no use, the tentacles held me firmly but still I tried until I grew exhausted. Eventually my struggles grew weak and finally my head drooped forward ever so slightly. My eyes closed.

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I woke up. I was sitting in the library. I lifted my head up from my econ book and wiped a bit of drool from my chin. Fully clothed. Unmolested. It had been a nightmare. The most vivid and terrifying nightmare I had ever had, but just a nightmare. I sighed in relief. No one else was around and the lights were dimmed and I began to gather my belongings. As I was doing this I heard someone approach and I turned to see Mark Smithson walking past. I quickly made sure I had removed all of the embarrassing drool from my chin and ran my hand through my messy hair. Mark was so handsome and funny and smart. I had a huge crush on him. But I was bookish and shy and he was so popular, he had no idea who I was. But Mark stopped at my table. "The library is closed." He whispered.

"Yes," I stammered nervously, my shyness overcoming my ability to say anything intelligent, as I stood and began to grab my books and stuff them in my bag. He put his hand on my wrist gently and I turned, puzzled. He was standing right in front of me, our bodies only a few inches apart. I looked up at him nervously, my body trembling slightly and my heart racing. He leaned in and kissed me deeply. I let out a small gasp of surprise but then began to kiss him back. He wrapped his hands around my body as we continued kissing, his hands sliding down my back, and he grabbed my butt. I pressed my body into his. He lifted me up and softly set me down so I was seated on the table, my feet dangling over the edge, as we continued to kiss. He withdrew from me for a moment and his hands slid to my waist. Mark grabbed the waist of my pants and slowly began to pull them down my hips, thighs and legs and left them bunched up at my ankles. My heart was now pounding. His hands slid up my bare thighs and grabbed the waist of my panties and he slowly peeled them down off my body, again to my ankles. He looked up into my eyes for a moment before he lowered himself onto his knees. He lifted up my sweater and began to kiss down my belly, stopping to slowly lick my naval with his tongue. I let out another gasp. He pulled his head away and lowered himself further to my calves, placing small kisses up both my legs, and licking my inner thighs. He continued moving up and planted a wet kiss on my now sopping wet pussy. He slipped his tongue up and down my wet slit, stopping only for a second to tease my swollen, aching clit. I moaned as my thighs squeezed the sides of his head and I grabbed his head trying to push his mouth onto me. Sensing my own reactions, he dove into my pussy, sucking on my clit, and sticking two of his fingers into my throbbing, wet hole. I moaned loudly and began bucking and grinding wildly against his face and fingers. The pleasure built and I lifted my head back and screamed in pleasure as I had the strongest orgasm I had ever had in my life. He kept licking, nibbling, sucking and fingering me and quickly a second orgasm ripped through my body and then a third.

My eyes shot open as the fourth orgasm hit her shaking body. I wasn't in the library. I was in the cave, still secured to the wall, with tentacles jutting out of my pussy, ass, and mouth. The tentacle in my pussy was throbbing and sending waves of pleasure though my body. I screamed in horror, even as the orgasm continued ripping through my body. My head was buzzing and I realized it was from the orb behind my head. A voice in my head said 'surrender yourself and this pleasure will be all that you feel." I cried out and tried to ignore the pleasure and slowly the orgasm subsided and the intense pleasure died down. A horrible thought overcame me. This had not just been a dream. That had been done to me on purpose. These tentacles invading my body, this orb, the spacesuits holding me here, one or all of them had put that dream in my had, had made me let go and give in to the pleasure. And they had given me the most intense orgasms of my life, and multiple orgasms, something I had never experienced before. The tentacles had barely moved inside me, it was not their movement that caused my arousal, though they felt like they were throbbing inside me. Perhaps they were releasing some sort of chemical or hormone. Perhaps the orb was affecting my nervous system. I had no idea how it was being done but I was determined that I would fight them and that I would not let them trick me like that again. Though I knew my body had reacted naturally and involuntarily, the orgasms felt like a betrayal, and that such a reaction had almost been an acceptance of the horrible things being done to me. I continued my struggles again, pulling at the tentacles holding me when I noticed the bulge in my belly. It had swelled slightly, just a small bump. Likewise my breasts seemed to have swelled slightly. I cried out in horror. I looked up through my tear-stained eyes and saw the blonde. She was eying me sadly, the expression of her face saying to me that she understood what I was going through. Her mouth moved slightly and she tried to speak to me, as best she could with the tentacle shoved in her mouth and down her throat. However, barely a syllable escaped her throat when her eyes widened and she bucked, as much as the tentacles securing her body allowed her, and she let out a piercing tortured scream, clearly in extreme pain.

'Communicating is not allowed' the voice said in my head. 'That was a privilege of your old life, a freedom that you have forsaken in return for immeasurable pleasure. If you talk, your pleasure will turn to pain.' Suddenly I felt a searing pain in my ass and vagina, as if the tentacles had starting oozing acid, or had heated up to become white hot. My agonized screams joined the blonde's. The pain was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Then as quickly as it had started, it stopped, vanishing instantly. I had been straining against the tentacles holding me and I collapsed back down, my chest heaving. The blonde screamed for several more seconds, evidently her punishment lasting longer, before she finally quieted, save for a small weak whimper. Slowly the pleasurably sensations in my pussy returned but I ignored them, determined not to give in. They could rape me, they could hold me here, they could force me to give birth to God knows what, but they would never make me enjoy this.

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Mark stripped off his pants and climbed up onto my bed and pushed me down until I was lying on my back. He grabbed my thighs and pulled them apart, and then settled between my quivering legs. Grabbing his hard shaft he positioned it at the entrance of my slit and began to trace it up and down my lips. I was so wet, so hot, and I pushed upward with my hips and felt the tip of his manhood slip into me a couple inches. Mark smiled down and me and then arched his back and plunged deeply into my eager hole. As soon as his hard cock fully penetrated me, waves of pleasure hit my body and I moaned loudly. He pumped in and out of me and I began bucking wildly against his hips. Another wave of pleasure swept up from my pussy and I screamed in ecstasy. Mark's pace quickened as he slammed into me over and over, the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh resonating over our moans and grunts. I dug my nails hard into his back, sweat pouring off my body, mixing with his own sweat as it dripped down onto me. I felt my pussy contract and a powerful orgasm hit my body. He kept pounding me and another orgasm came. Then another.

I cried out in frustration as I found myself back in the cave. The buzzing in my head from the orb was almost as intense as the orgasms. I let out a frustrated sob, my cheeks burning with shame. As I glanced down I saw that my belly and breasts had now swelled even larger. How long had I been here? Hours? Days? Weeks? I had no idea. I turned and saw the blonde and her belly was now grotesquely swollen and her breasts massive. Her eyes were half shut and she whimpered in pleasure. Two other slimy tentacles had emerged from the green pool and were attached to her nipples. I heard a whimper coming from my other side and turned and saw a new girl, this one a brunette, secured to the wall as we were, tentacles invading her orifices. Her belly was skinny, and her whimper had been from terror, not pleasure, as she stared with wide eyes at me and the blonde. She must be new I thought. She tried to say something to me and before she could get more than a word out she screamed in pain and arched her back. She had just learned Rule #1: No talking.

I fought and fought, resisting the Nest, as I started to call it, both physically and mentally. I grew exhausted and tried to stay awake but eventually my eyelids grew heavy and I closed my eyes. This time I dreamt that I was in the library again. Mark had come up from behind me. Without saying a word, he reached around me, grabbing me under my breasts and lifting me up and away from my chair. He pushed the chair away and it tumbled to the floor loudly. He pushed me against the edge of the table and then roughly shoved me by head down, bending me over the edge of the table. Before I could protest, not that I even wanted to protest, he bent down and ripped my pants down and then my panties. I am already sopping wet, his domination of me awaking buried desires inside me. I screamed as he dropped his pants and roughly entered me from behind, fucking me hard, spanking my ass, calling me his slut.

I awoke. I was in the throes of an orgasm. I was more pregnant. This cycle continued. One time Mark found me lounging in a beautiful garden. He slowly stripped me and worshipped me as a goddess with his tongue, exploring every square inch of my body before he focused on my pussy, bringing me to countless orgasms. Another time he carried me into his own dorm room. He tossed me onto his bed and then straddled me, tying my wrists to his headboard with some chord. He ripped open my shirt and yanked off my pants and panties. I gasped and as I did he shoved my panties in my mouth gagging me. I moaned and screamed through my gag in pleasure as he thrusted between my legs.

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I continued to fight as much as I could. But eventually I would grow exhausted, and the Nest would get into my mind and give me Mark dreams, each one fooling me, making me surrender to the pleasure, making me forget that I was a prisoner, that I was livestock. Each time I awoke more females had been added the room and our bellies and breasts swelled more and more. The smells of female lust, of sex, filled my nostrils, from all of the girls now part of the Nest. My breasts grew grotesquely large and soon began to ache. Over time (I had no idea how much, I had lost all sense of time), the aching became unbearable. But soon after, tentacles emerged from the pool and attached themselves to my nipples and began sucking. I gasped as milk began flowing from my swollen nipples as the tentacles sucked at them greedily, until the aching stopped. I had no idea if the milk provided nutrition for the tentacles. Perhaps even my milk was recycled to provide nourishment to me and the other captives, for it seemed evident that the tentacles shoved down our throats into our bellies served at least in part as feeding tubes. I was livestock. The thought was so horrifying, part of me wanted to give in, surrender to the ecstasy, so that I could forget it all.

As time went on, I could feel the brood in my belly begin to move around. My stomach was so swollen and there was so much movement that I became positive that more than one "baby" was growing inside me. This was confirmed some time later when I woke from a particularly delicious Mark dream to the sounds of my blonde neighbor as she began to gasp and moan. By this time her belly had grown obscenely large. I looked over at her, the noises she was making different from the regular noises of pleasure she and all of us made. The tentacles in her vagina, mouth, and anus actually withdrew from her body, yet she continued to moan.

The voice in my head sounded, “She feels no pain. Only pleasure. For her willful surrender to us, she feels not the pains of labor. It is our gift for her surrender.”' And as I watched in horror, a small tentactled creature started to slide out from between her pussy lips. When the thing had exited her womb it landed on the ground with a small wet plopping sound and immediately a tentacle immerged from the green pool and wrapped gently around the creature. As this was occurring, another creature baby began to exit the blonde's birth canal, this one totally different-looking from the first.

The blonde was soon drenched in sweat as spawn after spawn emerged from her womb. The creatures were all monstrosities. Some were balls of slithering tentacles, others resembled larvae, others resembled fully grown insects or spiders, some even had humanoid features. After over a dozen creatures emerged from her womb, her labor appeared to finally be over. The tentacles reinserted themselves into her orifices. Her eyes half closed and she lay limp. Slowly tentacles lifted up two of her brood up to her chest and the creatures began to nurse at her swollen teats. Other tentacles emerged from the pool and carried over a pair of the babies over to my own swollen breasts and they began to nurse, I was now their surrogate mother. The same occurred with other of the more pregnant girls in the Nest who were lactating.

Seeing the birthing, having these monsters suckle at my swollen nipples was the final straw. I was so horrified, so angry, so revolted, that I was finally able to resist the Mark dreams. Every time Mark appeared I recognized it as a dream and awoke before the orgasms could begin. This was a huge victory for me, which brought me the closest I had ever come to feeling joy since being taken from the library. My mind was strong evidently and I was not broken, these creatures, this Nest could not get me to surrender to the pleasure. The intensity of the orbs buzzing increased until my whole head throbbed but I refused to give in.

Eventually the Nest changed tactics. The fact that it changed tactics felt like another victory to me. I had beaten it. It had to resort to plan B. It stopped trying to force me into dreams and instead tried to overwhelm me with pleasure while I was awake. But rather than overwhelm my body with orgasms, it tried to keep me on the brink, keeping me unbearably aroused without letting me orgasm. The voice sounded in my head. "You think you have beaten us. The dreams of you with the human were but the first stage. Fantasies based on your old life. Soon you will forget your old life completely. Soon you will be a mindless drone, which knows only pleasure. Then you will be fully broken. Do not resist us. Surrender to us and we will give you immeasurable pleasure."

I bit my lip and tried to ignore the voice in my head as well as the sensations between my legs. I was able to put the arousal in the back of my mind for a long time. I concentrated on other things, the horrid monsters suckling at my nipples, memories of my family and friends back home, my parents, my two younger sisters.

Bolts of energy shot through my body, emanating from my groin, wave after wave of tingling, stimulating, pulsating arousal washing over me. I closed my eyes and tried to think of all the horrid things that had happened to me, trying to dampen my arousal. It worked for a short time but soon the sensations increased, the arousal increased. God, I felt so aroused! I could feel the heat of my swollen sex, juices leaking out of it. The nub of my clit hardened and grew and began throbbing between my legs. My breasts were hot and I could feel the hardness of my nipples. The arousal was electrifying and I cried out in frustration as the Nest denied the release I craved. The voice in my head sounded. "Surrender yourself to us and you will get your release, release that will last an eternity and be more intense than you can even imagine. Accept your new life."

The arousal frustrated me more and more, practically drove me mad, but I tried to put my mind elsewhere. I watched as new girls were brought into the nest. I watched the blonde recover from her labor and her brood nursing at her breasts, mine, and those of the other very pregnant girls. Focusing on these observations helped me put my mind elsewhere and gave me a temporary relief from my need to cum, from the sensations between my legs and my whole body. However, it was usually difficult to concentrate on other things because very little happened. Other than the occasional new arrival, most of the girls sat in their tentacle prisons, moaning in pleasure, lost in their own worlds of ecstasy. This only strengthened my determination, knowing that I was fighting when the others had surrendered, but their gasps and moans and the smell of their arousal which filled the Nest made it difficult because it made me long for the same relief. Numerous times I would consider surrendering my mind to the Nest but each time I held firm.

This continued for an eternity, at least in my mind, but I have no idea how long this torture actually continued. And though I would not surrender, nor would the Nest surrender its assault on my sensations. My clit ached so much; I was overwhelmed by the feelings deep inside my pussy as my body shook uncontrollably. I wanted so badly to cum but I was not going to surrender my mind to the Nest. Eventually the need to orgasm was too much and I tried to take matters in my own hands. I tried tensing and relaxing the muscles in the groin, squeezing the tentacle invading my pussy, trying to get myself off but it didn't work. The sensations in my pussy were stronger and juice oozed from my vagina in pulses and trickled down between my ass-cheeks. I was so close to orgasm but the nest would not let my body be tipped over the edge.

My pussy pulsated and quivered as the sensations increased, plateaued, then subsided just enough to keep me from cumming, this process continuing over and over. I was so horny – so desperate to cum, and secured as I was I was not able to get relief myself, the only way was by surrendering my mind to the Nest. But I couldn't!

I lost track of time. All I knew was that I NEEDED to cum but I would not give in. I felt like I was going insane with desire. I could think of nothing else. I needed to cum! Perhaps I could surrender now but after gaining some relief, start my fight anew. Or would it be over? Would that be it and would I be like the rest of these moaning mindless girls? I didn't know but I had to take the risk because if I didn't get relief my mind was going to be shattered anyway. I leaned my head back into the orb. I stopped fighting. I surrendered.

The orgasm hit me almost at once, more intense than any I had previously experienced. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me and I lifted my head back and screamed, loud even with the tentacle shoved down my throat. I climaxed and climaxed, the powerful waves of pleasure just kept coming, not subsiding, actually growing more intense. I was lost in a world of pleasure. I knew as long as I didn‘t start fighting again that the pleasure would not stop. In the back of my mind I wanted to restart my resistance, I was ashamed that I had given into the lust, but the pleasure was too intense and I could not bear to give it up and go back to the frustration and the need, and so I did not fight.

I do not know how long the waves of pleasure hit me, but I was lost in my own little world. I lost track of time completely, it may have hours, it may have been months. Only when it slowed down significantly did I even regain my thoughts enough to contemplate how long I had been in this state. I opened my eyes to find that the tentacles had withdrawn from my vagina, anus, and mouth. Though waves of pleasure still emanated from between my legs the intensity was much lower. I realized then that I could feel contractions in my pelvis and I realized I was in labor. Strangely there was no pain, as if my nerves had been dulled, and yet I still felt wave after wave of pleasure.

I started pushing, straining to push out the brood in my womb. After a few minutes I felt something moving out of my womb, as I groaned and pushed trying to get it out of me. As the first spawn finally was fully pushed from me and fell to the cave floor I felt only the subtlest pangs of pain, and the pleasure I felt quickly overcame that pain.

Again and again the things emerged from my body, over a dozen being born before I expelled the last one. I laid back exhausted, drenched in sweat, panting. The tentacles reinserted themselves into my mouth, pussy, and ass, and I felt not revulsion or horror, just relief. Relief that I could return to intense pleasure. The pleasure grew in intensity again and once again I was lost in my own world. I barely noticed as two of my new babies suckled at my breasts.

I lost all track of time again, I cared about nothing. I enjoyed the pleasure. I became lost in the pleasure.

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I collapsed to the cave floor and blinked, coming out of my trance, the tentacles had withdrawn from my body, even the ones holding me to the wall. I lied in a sweaty pile on the ground. I could move my head but not my arms or legs. My whole body was in pain, each and every muscle sore, and my vagina and ass felt like they were on fire. I was nauseous and for a moment as I sucked in air I thought I was going to vomit. My head now away from the orb, I slowly regained my senses. In horror I realized what had been happening to me. I had been in some sort of trance, blinded with pleasure and ecstasy, but now I remembered my old life. My family. My friends. My aspirations. I examined my body. My vagina was red and swollen and sore. But I had seemingly lost all of my pregnancy weight and more notably my breasts had returned to their normal size, so apparently I was no longer lactating. Turning I looked at the other girls still secured to the walls. I noticed at once that the blonde was gone, and in her place was a redhead. What had happened to the blonde? After birthing and nursing her brood, had she been released? Was I now being released? Or had she served her purpose and been killed? Was I about to face my own end? I closed my eyes, thinking that death was better than spending any more time secured to that wall of the Nest. I heard footsteps and my eyes shot open as spacesuits approached me. One of them slipped a hood over my head and then couple others grabbed my shoulders and began to drag me away. I still had no control over my limbs but I didn’t want to fight them anyway. They were removing me from this hell, and I couldn't imagine any place being worse than here. I prayed that I would see my family again. Clearly whoever these people, or creatures, were they had vastly superior technology and perhaps they would erase my mind of everything that had happened and I could go home. The hood was pulled from my head. I stared up at the giant phallus-faced monster that I had woken up to when my ordeal first began. I let out an anguished wail. No! Not again! My ordeal was not over. It was starting all over again! The monster's tentacles lashed out at me and seized me.

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My battered ravaged body was dragged back to the nest. I was crying, both in pain and in sorrow. They hadn't even bothered with the hood, evidently they were confident I wasn't going to try to or be able to escape anymore. As I was taken into the nest I saw the blonde again. Her belly was bloated and she stared ahead with dazed, half-open eyes. Evidently she had just been put in a new spot after being re-impregnated. I was dragged pasts dozens and dozens of women, all in various states of pregnancy, most deeply in their trances and moaning in pleasure, I also saw a few fighters like I had been. I knew their fighting would be futile. I was thrown into an empty spot, and the tentacles quickly secured me while others inserted themselves into my body. I felt my head being pulled back until it was pressed against an orb.

"No," I whimpered. The orb starting to buzz and I could hear the voice in my head.

"This is your purpose now. You have hundreds of thousands of eggs in your ovaries. We have suspended the aging process in your body. You will birth thousands and thousands and thousands of babies before your body cannot sustain pregnancy anymore or your ovaries are depleted and you will be terminated. But this will not happen for a virtual eternity, longer than the entire existence of your civilization. You can spend millennia in pure mindless pleasure. Or you can spend it futilely resisting and suffering. Compare this long length of time to the short time you have been here, barely a full year and you see that if you fight it will be a horrible ordeal. You are a mother in the Nest now. This fate you cannot avoid. We beg you, for your own wellbeing, do not fight us. It matters not to us, you will serve as a mother regardless. But please, let us make the experience nothing but pure ecstasy and pleasure for you, thousands and thousands of years of uninterrupted sexual pleasure and climax. Surrender to us and you will feel what your species has called Nirvana or Heaven. Or continue to resist and face an eternity in what your species calls Hell. The choice is yours."

I pant and close my eyes. I will miss my family and my friends. I will never have a family of my own, except for the monsters that grow in my womb. I will never have a career except reproduction, like a cow or chicken. But I have no choice in the matter. And perhaps a millennium of continuous orgasms will be better than any joys I would have experienced in my former life. No not perhaps. Almost certainly. I close my eyes. I surrender. 

Epilogue

Kelly stared in horror at the scene around her. This had to be a nightmare! She had fallen asleep in her bedroom, her parents in the next room over. But she had awoken to find herself in the presence of a giant monster that had brutally ravaged her. Now she was in some sort of cave, and all around her were other young women. Like them, she was secured to the wall, immobile, and tentacles were shoved into her orifices. Tears streamed down her face. She had just reached her eighteenth birthday and was finishing her senior year in high school. She had been so excited about her future and now she was convinced that she was soon going to be dead. Or worse. Suddenly her eyes rested on one of the other girls near her. The girls eyes were dead looking but the girl curled and uncurled her toes and moaned softly, and it was crazy but they seemed like moans of pleasure. Kelly realized the girl was very much alive. But that is not why Kelly focused on her. She focused on her because it was Amanda. Her sister. Her sister that had disappeared from her college library during her freshmen year five years ago. The disappearance of Amanda had nearly torn her family apart. Their mother was never the same again. Their father had taken to drinking. Kelly had lost her best friend and never recovered from it emotionally. The worst of it was that no one had any idea what had happened. The police had been completely baffled. Security cameras in the library's lobby had shown her go into the library. But it didn't show her exit and every exit was covered by a camera. No suspicious individuals had entered the library. She had just vanished without a trace. But here her sister was. Had her sister been here for five years? Her skin was extremely pale, and her arms and legs incredibly skinny, and her face gaunt. Her belly and breasts were grotesquely swelled. But other than that she looked almost exactly like she had when she had disappeared. Like she had not even aged. Kelly focused on her grotesquely swollen belly. So many of the women here were like that. Oh god, was this what was going to happen to her? Kelly tried to call out to her sister but instantly she felt an intense agonizing pain in her vagina and ass. The orb behind her head began to buzz and she heard a voice in her head.

"You may not speak. But even if we allowed you to speak, your sister cannot hear you, and even if she could hear you, she would have no memory of you. And soon you will have no memory of her."

Kelly began thrashing wildly but to no avail. What was this place? What was going to happen to her?

"You have the necessary genetics for our purposes. Your whole family does. Your sister was the first but we have collected others in your family and now you and you will not be the last." Kelly thought in horror about her missing cousin. She had gone missing two years ago. But she had been in trouble a lot and the police had ruled she was a runaway and no one had drawn any connection between her cousin and Amanda. But was her cousin here too? Then the statement that 'she would not be the last' sunk in. Her younger sister! She was a couple years younger than Kelly.

"Yes, in time when she is of a breeding age she will join you here. But when she does you will have no memory of her. And you must not concern yourself with her, it is best that you just surrender. Resistance to us is futile. Your new life as a mother in our Nest has begun."

Kelly screamed and sat up in bed. She opened her eyes and let out a sigh of relief. It had been a dream. A horrible one. But the thought of her long lost older sister lingered. Kelly wondered what had happened to Amanda. She was probably dead, Stacy had grown to accept that years ago. Suddenly her door slowly crept open. John slowly crept into her room. The boy from school who she had a huge crush on. As far as she knew, John didn’t even know who she was. But here he was sneaking into her bedroom.

Kelly looked at him confused and started to speak as John climbed into the bed next to her. He put his finger on her lips and whispered "be quiet, we don ‘t want to wake your parents." He leaned in to kiss her as his hands slid up her thigh and under her panties. Kelly moaned softly.

THE END