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Ovi-Surrogate - 1
by Sailbad (sailbad@storiesonline.org)
***
A lonely woman escaping her past in the deep Amazon
becomes the unwilling(?) link in the procreative
process of strange, alien forest creatures. Scorpion-
like beings who bind her and ravage her. (MF, nc,
sci-fi, tentacles)
***
PART 1: Ovi-Surrogate
Shelley had heard the stories before it happened to
her. Here in the outreaches of a South American
outback, she had found this cabin where she could be
alone and gather her thoughts. She had come here to
get over the hurt she had encountered from a broken
marriage and a broken relationship. Of necessity, she
had contact with the local tribes-people – which is
where she had heard many stories of the strange
legends and creatures of the forest. And where she had
first heard of the people that were called, what was
roughly translated into, 'The Bearers'.
These were women who bore the young of some mysterious
creatures that lurked in the forest. Oddly enough,
despite the apparent horror of what they went through,
these women were held in high regard – as if they were
a chosen few. All legend and folklore nonsense, of
course – until they came to visit her.
And Shelley remembered that first time when she could
not understand nor fight the strange, exciting urge
that beckoned her to strip and venture into the
jungle. She remembered her stark shock when she first
saw them. She had surprised herself at how little fear
or loathing she felt – there again, during the telling
of the stories it was apparent that none of the
'Bearers' had ever suffered or come to harm.
Curiously, she just submitted to them and was rewarded
with a delightful experience.
They came to her since then once every four weeks or
so, which made her wonder whether they knew of or at
least sensed the female menstrual cycle. It was mid-
afternoon now, hot and humid as she gradually divested
herself or her clothes. They were summoning her again.
The heavy pheromones they were releasing were again
seducing Shelley's inhibitions and luring her into her
lust delirium that drove her to the monthly
impregnation ritual. She inhaled deeply and let the
delicious opiate fill her head. Looking down at
herself, she could admit that her body was still firm,
her breasts jutting out proudly, her belly still
relatively flat. She ran her hands slowly over her
body and delighted in the sensuous glow overcoming
her.
She realized that her nipples were beginning to stand
out as if her body anticipated the coming events. How
perverse, she thought, here she was a seemingly
respectable city girl about to experience something
the strange horror of which would send most right-
minded women to slash their wrists to avoid. She was
about to be sexually ravaged by strange forest
creatures and she would come back impregnated with
their child!
Stepping out onto the porch, she felt a slight warm
breeze caress her body. Walking away from her shack,
she plodded into the forest ready to fulfil her
responsibilities.
Arriving at the clearing she maintained for their
rendezvous, where the procedure would take place, she
noticed that they had already arrived and were waiting
for her. As usual, there were four of them – the two
'guardians' whose purpose was to restrain her, and the
male and female of the species who would perform the
implanting and impregnation.
Had she been asked to describe them, she would have
been at a loss, as she (and, she suspected, precious
few others) had ever seen them. Around 18 inches high
they resembled, as best, a cross between and octopus
and a scorpion. The main bulk of the body was leathery
in appearance, but with large black doleful eyes
perched on the top – a bit like those of a crab. But
it was the tendrils (or tentacles whatever they were)
that made them quite unlike anything she could have
imagined. Six of these were obviously for traction or
grasping, but she knew that the male and female
differed in that they each had a seventh special-
purpose tendril.
She felt something brush against her ankle and,
looking down, realized that the male was wrapping one
of its tendrils around her leg, as if urging her on.
'Horny little devil' she smiled to herself before
lowering herself down and lying on the vegetation on
the floor of the clearing.
The two guardians had taken position either side of
her and she felt their tentacles reach out and grab an
arm and leg each. Her arms were pulled outwards while
the others pulled her legs open and upwards to allow
easy access to her sexual organs.
Bound and pinned thus, she was as firmly restrained
and held down as if by ropes and staves. Even without
the restraints, however, she knew that she would
gladly have lain there and submitted to them. These
were welcome and well-accustomed friends, she felt
safe and comfortable with them.
She felt the movement between her legs as the female
moved forward and, wrapping her coils around Shelley's
body, pulled herself up onto her belly. The female
settled herself there and then wound her two hind most
tendrils gently but firmly around each of Shelley's
upper thighs as the centre tendrils embraced Shelley's
waist. Almost perceptively, the foremost tendrils
stroked her sides in a soothing caress.
The female had a special protrusion to her rear, much
like the tail of a scorpion, which could be turned
upward or downward. But Shelley knew that there, the
similarity ended. This was a highly unusual, and
versatile tool which would play a vital part in the
first stage of the breeding.
Once in position, the female brought down her tail
until it nestled against the outer lips of Shelley's
vulva. The 'stinger' began a slow caress up and down
between Shelley's labia, groping for her vagina,
stimulating her erogenous zone, prompting Shelley's
genitals for the impending sexual congress. As the
stinger caressed her, the opening at its tip secreted
its slick, gooey coital fluid, preparing the passage
for ease of entry and with the fluid came more of
those heady pheromones.
Shelley inhaled them deeply into her lungs and then
let out a soft moan as the rush overwhelmed her and
touched off a light, satisfying orgasm. From the tip
of the stinger, the probe began to emerge and
carefully felt for Shelley's vagina. Gently, the
female began to push the probe into her body, slowly
inching into and up her vagina. The stinger planted
itself over the vaginal opening and its mouth flared
outward to cover Shelley's labia, making a secure,
shielding seal.
Shelley gasped with pleasure at the intrusion and
closed her eyes, trying to relax as the female pushed
ever deeper into her body. Inside her, she could feel
the tendril snake its way gently up her vagina. She
could hear a feint gurgling sound as the invading
appendage surged and swirled within her. The stinger's
mouth-like opening slurped and smacked against
Shelley's mons as it plied its probe within her.
Copious secretions seeped past their united organs and
streamed lugubriously down her crotch. It always
tickled her in an erotic way as it crept its way into
her, urging on her arousal.
Shelley's hips rocked gently as she enjoyed the
delicate incursion. The tendril curled and spun within
her wet clingy confines, stimulating her uterus to
lift and poise itself for sexual union while relaxing
her for the upcoming procedure. Shelley surrendered
herself to the creature's attentions, rising with the
seductive sensations until they peaked and she was
rewarded with another, deeper climax.
Eventually, Shelley felt the tip of the probe nudge
against her cervix. It groped around there,
determining its whereabouts, centring itself, pushing
hard now to ensure a good connection. The probe was,
in fact, a tube and inside was another, specially
adapted tendril. Within the tube also, were the ova,
which Shelley would carry. Now she could feel
something push against the opening of her cervix. The
egg would be not much bigger than the end-joint of her
little finger, and soft and pliant in its makeup. The
female, having positioned the ovum at the opening now
began to push upwards.
Shelley let out a small gasp as it began its journey
up that narrow tube. Despite the narrowness of her
cervix and the size of the intrusion, she was
surprised that she felt no pain – just an odd,
pleasurable sensation as the ovum was pushed deeper
and deeper into her body.
The female's probe continued to push upwards into her
cervix until, at last, Shelley could feel a presence
in her womb – the egg was in! Now, the female had
extended her probe right into Shelley's womb and she
could feel it move about inside her, presumably making
sure that the egg was secure and comfortable in the
inviting warmth of its host.
Apparently satisfied, Shelley could feel the tendril
being withdrawn from her womb, down her cervix and,
finally, the female began to extract the tube from her
vagina. It made a slurpy sound as it pulled free of
her vagina and the stinger broke its kiss with her
vulva.
Its purpose fulfilled, Shelley could feel the female
relax. Her tendrils slowly unwound their clutch of
Shelley's body and weakly lifted her body above
Shelley's belly, dragging her limp stinger behind her
like a wounded arm. The female paused for a moment to
gather strength and then slithered off her belly,
lifted her stinger over her body and scuttled gingerly
off to the side. Shelley looked after her with the
concern of an intimate friend. Now she could feel the
two guardians tighten their grip on her legs and
thighs, pulling them further outwards while pulling
her knees upwards so that her back arched slightly off
the ground, exposing her orifices fully.
She felt the movement between her thighs, the tendrils
reaching upwards across her belly, the bulk of the
male drawing itself up between her outstretched legs
and rubbing across her exposed nether regions. She let
out a gasp of anticipation as he moved upwards and
inwards, wrapping his body around her and enveloping
all of her crotch from her pubis to her buttocks. His
fore-tendrils reached upwards and wrapped around her
slim waist to hold him against her pubis, his centre
tendrils wrapped around her up-turned thighs in order
to secure his position and pull himself closer, his
hind tendrils reached under her butt, crossed her back
and gripped her hips to pull his body around her
crotch.
She could feel a nudging to her rear, pushing between
the cheeks of her buttocks as his seventh tendril
began its journey to anchor him to her body. Pushing
inwards between her yielding cheeks, it lightly
touched the tight little ring of her anus, gently
teasing and lubricating it with more pheromone rich
coital fluid. The intoxicating aroma reached Shelley's
head and again she succumbed to another sweet,
fulfilling climax. As it swept over her, Shelley could
feel her sphincter muscles relax and contract in
anticipated rhythm until eventually, she relaxed
completely and opened up to him.
The probe pushed up against the now unresisting
entrance, about the thickness of a man's little finger
tip at first, it pushed easily into her receptive
anus. She let out another groan of pleasure as it
continued its journey inwards, thickening now to the
width of a thumb until she could feel the larger bulb
pressing against the entrance. Willing herself to
relax, she opened herself up even more to allow the
large protrusion to push its way inwards, stretching
her anal opening until it almost hurt then, with an
inaudible pop, it was inside her.
Waves of delirium began to engulf her as she could
feel the tendril in her rectal passage moving,
turning, with the creature using it to pull himself
even closer to her exposed body.
Now she could feel the second probe, gently working
around the front of her vagina. This thin, deft
tendril would have a different and unique purpose. She
could detect it now feeling around at the entrance to
her urethra. This had been entirely new to her that
first time but now she waited with eager anticipation
as the thin tendril gently pushed against the opening
and into her pee-tube. She could feel it slithering
steadily inwards and upwards until, finally, she
sensed it deep inside her bladder.
The male now began to drink; she could feel it, as the
liquid drained out of her bladder. The process (or
taste) seemed to excite him as he grasped her more
urgently and the anchor tendril coiled stronger inside
her rectum, pulling him tighter.
Having drained her, he now began to inject his own
fluid into her body. Again, she only had her senses to
guide her, but she estimated that the males pumped
quite a bit of the nutrient into her bladder as she
could discernibly feel it begin to expand under the
pressure.
Against the lips of her vagina, she could feel him
begin to grow the third tendril. Unlike a human penis
that dwelt external from the body, his was retractable
and literally extended out of his body directly into
hers. The emerging organ now pushed against the lips
of her vagina, the secretions and his mate's prior
enticements helping its smooth penetration. Shelley
felt the lips urged apart as the member began to enter
her, moving on into the damp warmth of her vagina. Her
head lolled back against the vegetation beneath her,
she cried out with pleasure at the new intrusion.
She could feel the anchor probe in her anus and the
tendril, still deep within her bladder, pulling at her
to ensure his even penetration. The inseminating
appendage continued to grow outwards from the
creature, pushing deeper and deeper into Shelley's
insides. Again she heard the obscene gurgling sound as
the delving penile implant crept into the intimate
reaches that a woman reserves for lovers only. She had
no idea of its width, but she surmised that it was
thicker than a human phallus though, with its gradual
growth and the mucous it secreted she accepted his
intrusion easily and with delight.
He was filling her now, conforming to her inner
contours, pushing deeper until she could feel him
nudge against the base of her cervix. There, the end
of his organ pushed firmly against the entrance and
she could feel what must have been like lips closing
around the opening, effectively sealing himself to
her. He was now prepared for insemination.
He began an action, which always drove her over the
edge towards a transportation of delight. His whole
organ began to pulsate, undulate and throb deep within
her and against the lips of her vagina sending waves
of ecstasy through her body. Sensing his time was fast
approaching, he began to distend his anal anchor
probe. Shelley felt it thicken and the bulb, which
nestled within her anal muscles, began to throb and
swell rhythmically, pulling them even closer until she
felt that, under other circumstances, she would have
cried out with pain.
As his small body worked fervently against her crotch
their contact began to make a slight, telltale sexual
smacking sound. Unconsciously, her hips began to roll
in time to his rhythmic pulling as if pushing up to
meet a lover's welcome thrust. Within her vagina, his
main probe began to swell, exaggerating the sensations
she felt within her whole passage. On and on he surged
in her. The billowing, throbbing, undulating organ
worked against the walls of her vagina, tugging and
pushing, slipping and sliding against her delicate
intimate flesh. Shelley's pampered senses were
propelling her to an impending, inevitable crescendo.
She could tell by his clasping, along with the
increased grip of the guardians, that the moment was
close. The creature seemed to give one last lunge
before beginning its convulsions. Human sex had never
been like this event, where the male pumped his sperm
into her vagina. The human penises she had known did
not come close to establishing such a presence in her
as this organ, it was so large and so lively. A man's
penis issued its seed in a brief, barely discernable
squirt issued haplessly into her vagina, not at all
like the tremendous flow this vessel was about to
deliver. As he began to ejaculate, she could feel the
semen jet and gush up the narrow tube of her cervix,
directly into her womb. On and on he pumped until she
could feel her stomach swell with that precious,
impregnating liquid.
Shelley threw back her head and screamed and cried in
orgasm – her whole body wracked with the most intense,
almost unbearable pleasure. Combined with the
overpowering effect of the pheromones, her climax
lingered and extended into what amounted to a fit of
pleasure that always left her weak and powerless as
the mating party withdrew.
Slowly, she subsided and could feel her alien lover
begin to loosen his grip on her. She could have cried
with frustration as he slowly began to withdraw his
tendrils first from her bladder, then the impregnating
organ and, finally and slowly, she felt the bulb being
drawn from her ravaged rectum.
The guardians slowly slackened their pull on her legs
until her butt gently rested back on the ground. Now
it was the male's turn to wearily lift his body from
her and make his exit. He untied his coils from her
legs and waist and braced them on the ground. With a
sticky slurp he broke his contact with Shelley's
crotch and hovered over her waist.
Glancing up at his underside, Shelley quickly
inspected the weapons just used on her. She saw the
hole from which his urethra probe emerged, she saw the
still swollen anal anchor toward the back of his body
and she marvelled that she had taken it. What grabbed
her attention most was his penile tube. Still too
bloated to retract all the way back into his body, the
fat, tender looking appendage hung below him about the
length of Shelley's thumb and continued to drip the
last remnants of his seminal solution.
He shakily rose as high as he could over her, stepped
to her side, lowered himself a little and then
slithered off on his tentacles in an undulating
motion. As he parted, another dose of his pheromones
wafted up from his underside and her exposed crotch,
lapsing her back into a nice climactic repose.
The guardians released her and withdrew. Oblivious to
them, she languished on the soft ground in the now
still clearing and enjoyed her post-coital
recuperation without concern. Shelley knew she was now
being watched and she would be looked after and
protected from harm. She lazily drew an arm over her
chest and hugged her breasts to her as she traced
small circles in her matted pubic hair with her other
hand. She rested for a few minutes before rising and
walking slowly back towards her shack, the excess
sperm trickling down the inside of her leg.
At the edge of her porch she drew a pail of water from
the cistern and squatted with her back against a post.
She splashed water over her sex and then scrubbed the
slick residue from her hair and skin with her wet
hands. After a brisk rinse, she cupped her palm over
her vulva and contemplated her role. Life grew in her,
left there not by a lover but by mysterious forest
creatures. Her womanhood was vital in this place.
Rising to her feet, she kept her hand over her sex and
stared out into the forest, 'Are they watching me?'
She was feeling weary from her ordeal. Now she went to
her bunk, drew the netting and lay in a grateful
sleep. The gestation period was around 24 hours, but
the first stage would begin within about twelve.
She had awoken a couple of times as she could feel the
movement of the new life within her. Then, she was
awake, as she could feel that the time was near. Deep
within her, she could feel her body prepare itself –
it seemed that something inside her was opening up,
and she knew that her cervix was preparing for the
passage.
Now she felt her body begin to spasm, and the
sensation of the young life beginning to push its way
out. It had found its way to her cervix, and was now
pushing downwards and into the narrow tube. Taking
deep breaths, Shelley forced herself to relax as it
forced its way into the cervical passage, and
downwards. This was the only time she would really
feel any kind of pain but somehow, even the pain was
pleasant as her tube was stretched to accommodate its
passage. Eventually, she could feel him emerge from
her uterus into the cavity of her vagina, could feel
its tendrils in there exploring and anchoring himself.
She now relaxed, with the youngster nestled in the
warmth of her vagina and could feel its feeding
tendril begin to push outwards. She reached down, and
pulled open the lips of her vagina to help it and,
looking down there, could see the thin tendril emerge
and curl round until it found what it wanted.
She could see the tendril move towards her urethra,
gently but urgently push against the entrance until,
with a gasp from Shelley, it penetrated her. She lay
back and let the tendril make its journey upwards
until she could feel it enter her bladder and the
creature begin to drink greedily from the nutrient
fluid deposited there earlier by its father.
Odd, she thought, she almost felt maternal towards the
little critter. More odd still that this intricate
relationship could have evolved and carry on unknown
to the outside world for centuries. And completely
baffling, that this quite natural understanding could
emerge between them without any communication at all.
Satisfied that the youngster was safe, secure and
feeding, she fell into deep sleep.
The following morning, she arose and went about her
usual morning chores – tidying up and making herself
some breakfast. She found it relatively easy to move
around, even with the growing life within her vagina.
Her chores done, she sat in one of the reclining
chairs on the porch. The youngster within her was
growing rapidly, helped by the nutrient it fed on
within her body, and she could feel her vagina begin
to distend. It would now be about the size of a
woman's fist but would grow a bit more, before
emerging into the world.
Eventually, she could feel the time was near, and
began a slow walk towards the clearing. Due to the
size of the creature within her, walking was now a
more delicate affair as she tried to keep her legs
apart.
Reaching the clearing, she could see the male and
female awaiting her – the expectant nervous parents,
she thought.
Pulling up her skirt, she lay down on the vegetation,
pulled up and opened her legs wide for the final
stage. Propped up on her elbows she stared down at her
sex to witness the miracle of life with her mating
partners.
Suddenly, she felt the movement within her increase as
the youngster prepared for its birth. The tendril
slowly pulled out from her urethra, and the creature
began to push outwards. She could feel its main
tendrils emerge from within her and these curled back
and pressed against her skin to help it pull itself
out. Now the size of a man's hand, the creature was
stretching her almost to the point of pain.
Shelley gritted her teeth and pushed downwards to help
it until, suddenly, she felt it emerge with something
approaching a slurping sound. She felt the trust and
acceptance of the parents, as they required no
guardians to restrain her now. They both approached
until they were between her knees, the male cupped his
tendrils before her vagina to catch his offspring.
Looking down, she could see it now – the creature
which had found life within her womb, she had carried
and, her body at least, had nurtured. It clung to his
coils and he bore it off into the undergrowth.
The female approached cautiously and tentatively
extended a tentacle under Shelley's thigh and around
her hip. Shelley responded to the prompt and being
careful not to bump the female, threw her leg over,
rolled onto her stomach and then rose to her hands and
knees. The creature wrapped a strong tendril around
Shelley's waist and deftly pulled herself up and
perched upon Shelley's rump. The female's tentacles
braced herself on Shelley's hips and thighs in a
supportive manner, not at all like the tenuous,
restraining way during implantation. Shelley lowered
her head to watch the coming event.
Arching her stinger beneath her, the female curled it
behind Shelley's butt and brought the appendage upward
in contact once again with Shelley's open, swollen
vagina. Shelley watched intently as the end of the
stinger opened up in a vertical slit and broad lips
spread out and enveloped her outer labia. The strange,
mouth-like orifice mounted, clasped and sucked at
Shelley's sex. Once a firm connection was made with
her pubic mound Shelley felt the inner tendril gently
part her labia, opening a passage and then the female
began to secrete a fluid down into Shelley's birth
canal.
This was obviously some sort of postpartum procedure,
an anaesthetic/antiseptic to heal her, prevent
infection and prepare her for next month's cycle.
Shelley never refused it, it felt like a soothing,
warm douche and she saw it as a special bonding
moment. The fluid filled her vagina and then started
to seep into her uterus. Once a goodly amount of fluid
was injected, the creature slowly drew it out and then
slowly pushed it back in making a steady, gentle
current. Shelley watched transfixed as the coupled
organs passed the fluid back and forth between their
bodies, like two mouths kissing.
The fluid sloshed and gurgled as it flowed between
them. Some of it drooled out at small gaps in their
contact. The stinger's mouth adjusted its purchase and
made distinctive kissing and smacking sounds as it
worked on Shelley. With two free tentacles, the female
began to gently stroke and caress Shelley. They rolled
along her sides and belly and slid up and down her
back. They delicately curled and twisted over her
thighs.
Shelley remembered how the female always tenderly
stroked her during implant and wondered about this
strange procreative dependence as this creature tended
to her sex organs that she had just lent it. There
seemed to be such care and concern in this creature.
Shelley wondered if they really cared or if they only
needed her for her womb. Were they intelligent or just
highly organized? Did they enjoy this contact or was
it just instinct? Shelley reached back with her hand
and placed it over the tentacle on her thigh.
She was thrilled as the tip of the tendril curled up
in the palm of her hand and then lightly caressed her
wrist. She didn't know how long their therapy session
lasted, it seemed it was always over too soon. With
one final smack and a slurp the female pulled away the
stinger from her vulva and the medicinal fluid gushed
out and splattered on the ground between Shelley's
knees. She slowly eased herself down the back of
Shelley's thighs. She hovered there a bit, examining
Shelley's sex with a swipe of a tendril, and then
slowly backed into the forest.
Shelley wearily stood up and paused for a moment to
let the remains of the juices run out of her vagina
and down her leg. Opening her legs in a semi-crouch,
she peed, relieving herself of what was left within
her and watched the remains of the deep blue liquid
stream onto the forest floor. She smoothed down her
skirt and parted for home.
Her mind went back to what she had asked herself
before. She couldn't stay here forever. Someday, her
reproductive years would come to an end. Someday, she
would have to go back home, to live in the city. But
what about her duty to these creatures, who relied on
her and her body to bring forward new life – or was
she perhaps thinking that, after what she had
experienced, 'normal' sex would never be quite the
same again.
Continued in part 2...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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