She scrambled to her feet. Her arms swung wildly in a feeble attempt to make her halting limp take her faster toward the door. Nearly there. Just a few more steps. She slams into a wall of nothing. The force of it bounces her backward against something cold. She opens her mouth to scream and the nothing fills it, forcing her jaws open. She finds herself embraced in air, unable to move despite her desperate struggles. Her clothing is peeled away like the rind from a ripe orange.
Her eyes widen and her body suddenly goes stiff and still. A humanoid hand has appeared before her. The fingers are too long, too thin. The nails are sharpened to claws. The hand come closer with an agonizing lack of speed until one claw touches her nipple. The cold emanating from the one finger made it rise proudly. A drop of blood rose from the surface. Charlene squeezed her eyes shut, managing a quavering whimper of fear.
The sizzling sound resumed. The grip on her seemed to loosen slightly, only to be replaced by the feel of something squeezing her small breasts together. She arched her back to ease the pressure on the skin over her ribs. It felt as if it were going to tear. At that moment there was a sudden sharp pain in both her nipples. Something had clamped down over them. Her eyes flew wide once more and she looked down her cheeks toward them. Her breasts were being held together by that strange hand. There was a clear bite mark spreading across one areola and curving over the other. More blood - but this was disappearing as soon as it touched the air.
Her eyes fell shut again. She shook her head to clear it. This was unnatural. This couldn't be happening. Yet there was the pain, and a pulling deep inside. She couldn't deny that something had ahold of her.
Then the thing - whatever it was - starting sucking in earnest. Her legs gave out, making her glad of the being holding her up. She didn't want to hit the floor again. Her toes started to go numb. Then her feet, then ankles, and the lower half of her legs. This was almost a familiar feeling. The only thing missing was the blindness that came along with it.
A quick change. The sucking was gone. A shove from behind and her forehead is touching the floor. The nothing wraps itself around her ankles and pulls them wide, bringing a gurgle of protest from her throat. The grip tightens until her breath nearly stops. Tears start rolling down her cheeks. Her head turns. The thing lifts her feet from the floor, allowing her to ease the pain in her ankle. A gentle touch to her nether regions. Her lips pulled apart. Cold again, then a rasping against her clit. She tried to pull her thighs together. The shriek echoed through the house once more. Claws ripped through the flesh in her back, flaying her from shoulder to ass cheeks. All the gentleness in the touch was gone. Instead there was a deep bite. It ripped the flesh from her labia, all the while screaming.
The mouth of the creature worked upward, the rough tongue lashing at the open wounds on Charlene's back. Every few inches it would take another small chunk of her flesh, consuming her a bit at a time. She was helpless, bound by nothing into complete submission, unable to make even the smallest sound. Her tears flowed freely to puddle beneath her cheek, mingling with the blood dripping from her flesh. The hands found her breasts again. They wrapped around them, the claws sinking deeply. Something probed at the entrance to her pussy. She shook her head, denying the creature, until air pressured against the soft spot at her temple made her stop.
The thing paused. Silence for a moment. No motion from either of them. The hissing sound again, soft against her ear. She closed her eyes, unable to bring herself to look. The touch at her entrance was there again. Gentle. The tip of something slid in. Then a few inches of something cold and hard. It started thin, though it quickly became thicker and longer. The thing started moving against her. Slow, deliberate motions. It sizzled and hissed. Whatever part invaded her kept growing. It strained her opening. The motions became quicker, her blood lubricating them both. The claws in one breast were suddenly gone. The fingers were at her clit again. It stood tall despite what had happened. As the thing pinched at her little nub of pleasure the numbness started to rise again.
The hissing became louder. It pumped faster and harder, pounding her innards mercilessly. The thing inside her kept growing. The hand sunk into her breast pulled her back toward it, against the hold of the air, ripping her flesh. As it drove into her she could feel spines along the length of it's intrusion. They tore her apart from the inside, driving her toward darkness.
The thing could feel her body shudder against itself. All parts of itself, those seen and unseen. The target's orgasm came with the breath of death. It drove into her a few more times to dispel it's seed before withdrawing. A line of it's black essence strung from her abused cunt to the floor. The thing tilted it's head to watch it as it mixed with the blood, sweat, and tears beneath the two of them. It knew it needed to clean the target for it to see it's fruit come to bear.
It drew the air away, letting her fall to the floor. With one clawed hand it scooped the leavings from the floor and let them dribble onto her mangled flesh. As soon as the fluids touched her it licked the open wounds. An acrid smoke rose from them as it did. When the smoke cleared the wounds were gone, healed, leaving scars where the worst had been.
Only when this task was finished did it retreat. Back to its lair to watch the target's belly grow. To watch its son be born. To watch it grow into another like itself. To wait until the next reaches adulthood to see what needs to be done.
It waits.
