[This is a spin-off of the Dernet Forest stories]
Bonnie's Slimy Nightmare
By Ivaran Kealar
19-year-old Bonnie Austin was walking in Dernet Forest. Her topaz eyes surveyed the area. She briefly stroked her brown hair. She was roughly 5ft. She sported a 32DD cup.
Bonnie's black leather boots crunched the dead twigs as she walked. It was getting a bit nippy. She had made sure to wear her grey blouse, her green turtleneck sweat and her wintry weather jacket. She also made sure to put on her charcoal jeans -- just to look good.
Bonnie went to the Dernet Forest to find her cousin Evie Willis. Detective Archer had failed to bring Evie home. Bonnie wanted her cousin Evie to be alive and well.
Bonnie soon discovered a mysterious cave. She remembered Evie had entered a weird cave, before recording one final podcast. Bonnie shivered with dread. There was no going back. Bonnie pulled a torch out of her jacket, and switched it on.
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Bonnie finally entered the cave. The inside of the cavern looked like the hallways of a dead ship. The hall was barely illuminated. The floor was charcoal grey -- which had matched the ceiling and the walls. The automated doors hardly worked. This ship was not of this earth.
Bonnie swallowed hard. She looked around with great care. She desperately sought out her cousin Evie, and the missing detective. Nevertheless, she soon regretted her decision. She whimpered. She was too frightened to speak. She knew she would alert any lurking monsters.
As Bonnie walked about she almost slipped on the floor. She quickly used the wall to prop herself up. Bonnie looked down. She noticed a thick slime trail on the floor. Bonnie recalled Evie Willis' final podcast. Poor Evie had been brainwashed and raped by a giant worm.
Bonnie felt quite dizzy. She kept whining in fear. She felt a slight knot in her chest. She had to escape from the vessel. Bonnie shuddered uncontrollably. She almost slipped.
Bonnie's heart raced wildly in her chest. She felt like her throat was closing. Bonnie was struggling to breathe. She started sweating like crazy. Her legs felt like jelly.
It felt like the ship walls were closing in. Bonnie was unable to find the exit. She suddenly stopped. She heard a weird gurgling noise. She blinked rapidly. She watched every inch of the dim-lit hallway. She pressed her elbows to her sides. She soon jammed a hand into an armpit. She knew something sinister was lurking around. Something was after her. Bonnie stepped back and touched the wall. She flinched after hearing the gurgling noises.
Bonnie breathed slowly, hoping to calm herself down. Her hands quickly became sweaty. She walked onwards, carefully. Her face turned fifty shades of pale.
The hair on the nape of Bonnie's neck, and her arms, stood up on end. She sobbed. She licked her upper lip. Beads of sweat poured down her head. Her torch died on her. She slapped it angrily. It was no use. She threw it aside in a fit of rage. She heard the gurgling.
Bonnie shrieked. She went into a sprint. However, the slime trail hindered her. Bonnie fell to the floor. She struggled to get back up. The waterworks started. She knew something was coming for her. The gurgling noises surrounded her. Her heart raced in her chest.
Bonnie was utterly lost. She couldn't retrace her steps. She had hit several dead-ends. Bonnie soon faced a wall. She blindly sought an unlocking switch. Nevertheless, there was no such luck. Bonnie was trapped in this place. It was a trap from the get-go.
Bonnie walked backwards, but soon bumped into something squishy. Her heart raced. She had of course recognised what the walls had felt like. There was obviously an organism behind her. She shuddered. She sobbed. Her lips and chin trembled beyond her control.
Bonnie turned around at a snail's pace. She silenced a gasp with her right hand. She saw a large crimson worm, probably six-foot long, with a big mouth and many tentacles.
Bonnie shook her head with shock. She could not speak. She was rooted to the spot.
The mutant worm gurgled excitedly when it saw Bonnie. The worm stared longingly.
Bonnie stared back. She was afraid to budge an inch. She swallowed anxiously. She couldn't tell if this worm was related to the worm that captured Evie. She squealed.
The worm rose slightly. He gradually stretched a tentacle toward Bonnie. He caressed Bonnie's lips and her face. The worm gurgled lovingly at Bonnie. It was lost in her eyes. It stroked Bonnie's hair. He caressed her slender neck. It assumed Bonnie looked good naked. He pictured sleeping with Bonnie, giving her multiple orgasms. He moaned eagerly.
Bonnie watched with horror. She was so afraid to fight back. She closed her eyes. She flinched. She shook her head in dismay. She wailed. She wanted to wake up right now. The hair on her arms stood up. Bonnie pressed her elbows to her sides. She squirmed more often.
The gigantic worm stared fondly. He stroked Bonnie's wintry weather jacket -- admiring the softness of the fabric. When he stroked Bonnie's charcoal jeans, Bonnie swiftly closed her legs. The worm caressed Bonnie's black leather boots. The worm breathed on her.
It was torture beyond belief. Bonnie wanted to break free. There was nowhere to go. The horny monster was inspecting her clothes -- coating them in sticky slime. She shook her head. She feared making sudden movements. She was scared the monster would go berserk. Bonnie opened her eyes. She kept her eye on the worm. Her heart was pounding.
The mutant worm used several tentacles to pull Bonnie slightly closer towards him. He then pushed her away just a little. He pulled Bonnie, nice and close. He moaned excitedly.
Bonnie was not naΓ―ve. She knew this monster seemed turned on. She noticed most of his tentacles looked like flexible penises. Several tentacles had some hook-shaped tips.
Bonnie looked around frantically. She knew it was starting. Her heart pounded hard.
The mutant worm moved its head closer to Bonnie's head as it opened its big mouth.
Bonnie's eyes closed. She opened her mouth to scream. Naturally, she was silenced by the worm's tongue entering her mouth. Her head was soon engulfed. The worm's tongue slowly moved back and forth -- thrusting like a thick cock. Bonnie sobbed. She now fought back.
Regrettably for Bonnie, her body responded to the unwanted mouth-fucking. She jerked her head about wildly in the worm's head. She used both hands to push the worm away. However, she was too weak. All she was doing was getting her hands wet and sticky. She was frightened the worm's tongue was going to rape her brain. She needed to be liberated.
The mutant worm moaned fondly. It caressed Bonnie while French-kissing her. Its bulbous cock soon became erect. Its massive tongue wrestled Bonnie's tongue with gusto. Its tongue slithered past Bonnie's uvula -- almost making her gag -- and it slithered in reverse.
Tears streamed down Bonnie's face. She wanted the nightmare to be over. Her body was betraying her. Her legs felt like jelly. She fought back. She cursed herself for coming here. She couldn't fend off all the tentacles. The other tentacles were still probing her clothes.
The mutant worm enjoyed every second of the illicit French-kissing. The worm was turned on. It loved how Bonnie's tongue felt -- so small, yet so sexy. The worm held Bonnie close and gently picked her up. He stood up even more. It slowly caressed Bonnie's arse.
Bonnie wailed. She couldn't get loose. She was laid on the floor. She felt the worm's tongue thrust like a cock. Her tongue was being licked. Bonnie bucked her hips. She knew she was lying down. Her heart raced. She snivelled. Regrettably, she could not cry for help.