Monster Maternity Mansion
Part One
by The Preve
"Moan! Groan! Uuunnnngh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Sadie Fletcher trembled, quaked, came, and squirted. She didn't collapse into an orgasmic pile of flesh. The tentacles, holding her body in suspension, prevented such action. In most other aspects, her body was in motion.
Her muscles clenched and flexed. Her torso rippled, her groin quaked. Her suntanned hot skin shone, slick and dripping with slime, sweat, and oil. Her glossy, jet black hair hung wetly off her head.
Sometimes she clenched her eyes and hissed in pain, as a tentacle reamed her bunghole, replacing a previous reamer.
Overlapping orgasms rocked her body. Exhaustion brought her to near unconsciousness. Sadie looked, blearily, at her cerulean blue bikini, floating in the cove.
"This thing is not going to let up," she moaned.
Sadie, on those rare occasions when she contemplated death, always assumed old age, after a long productive life, would be the one to do the job.
Yes, sometimes she did things fast; her lifestyle and profession invited plenty such opportunities. She'd participated in more than her share of sex. Plus, while adventurous, Sadie felt level-headed enough to stay away from dangerous situations. If the constant orgasms hadn't so exhausted her, the irony, of a tentacle monster from outer space fucking her to death on a Caribbean island, would make her laugh.
Sadie Fletcher, Tennessee born, New York raised, came across the tentacle whatchamacallit while vacationing at a remote cove, on the Caribbean island of St. Croix.
She'd first come to the island several years before, on a photo shoot, and remembered this spot fondly. The locals described the area as private, quiet, a good place for assignations, and sunbathing.
Sadie thought the cove a nice break from her fast-paced life as a glamour and fashion model.
She'd just come off a string of lucrative shoots, and several shows. She was exhausted. Her agent understood, and even recommended the bikini.
Sadie chose the cove for its privacy. The model was used to baring her skin, and being put on display but, for now, the opposite provided greater attraction.
A bit of suntan oil, some water, a towel, and sunglasses, and she lay for a few lazy hours, baking and bronzing. Then the meteor came.
At least, first, she thought it was a meteor. It glowed and left a trail of fire. It seemed like it slowed before splashing into the sea.
"Wow!" was her first word. Then she looked around. "No one's here. No one knows."
She got off her towel and splashed into the ocean.
What am I going to do when I reach it? I'll think of something.
The object rested on the sea floor, near the beach. It looked larger than she expected, and round, glowing white, like a giant pearl.
That doesn't look like a meteor.
Nor did it crack open like one too, but it did open.
A hatch?! Omigod! It's a UFO!
Complete with a purple, blobby thing with too many eyes, and too many tentacles, looking all like a cheap 50s sci-fi monster.
Sadie didn't hesitate. She stroked off for shore, and got nowhere. A tentacle was already wrapped around her ankle.
"Blaaauuurg!" she bubbled, as it dragged her body back. She struggled; it didn't help. Tentacles wrapped around her limbs, spread them apart, and lifted her body out of the water.
"Gaah!" she screamed. A purple slime-covered tentacle rammed into her mouth, cutting off the ululation.
Tentacles quickly divested Sadie of her bikini. The top flew one way, the bottoms, the other. Her body was entangled, spread, and porked within seconds.
Thick, cock-like tentacles sliding through Sadie's pussy wouldn't necessarily trigger orgasms. The creature, though, had a tiny, thin tentacle, which twined around her clit, messaging and stimulating it; something unseen, but felt.
"Fuug!" muttered Sadie around the tentacle in her mouth, rolling her eyes.
The model lost count of her orgasms. At some point, the tentacle in her mouth withdrew. Exhaustion, along with cumming, overtook fear and panic. She could do nothing except grunt, gasp, quiver, and sweat.
She was a barely thinking cock sleeve of dripping orgasmic flesh, neither noticing, nor caring about the lumps, making their way through the tentacle to her womb.
Sadie came aware of herself several hours later. She was on her back, the sun in late afternoon, the surf washing around her body.
She would have thought she woke from a dream or nightmare, except for, one: her swollen, gravid globe of a belly, and two: the thick, meaty, monster cock/tentacle buried in her pussy.
"Moan!" came from her mouth, followed by an orgasm.
Sexhaustion, left the model barely able to move, so she lay like a beached whale, and waited.
Fuck! What am I going to tell people when this is over, and what is this going to do to my figure?
She wasn't worried overmuch. Colleagues in her profession bore children before, and recovered their figures through exercise and diet. A few even made money from videos and books demonstrating their methods. The difference came from the pregnancies taking place over months, rather than hours.
Logically, Sadie knew she should be nuts. An alien tentacle monster had just captured, porked, and knocked her up. The things it put inside her womb could bust out like that Ridley Scott movie, and kill her. Plus, the thing still stimulated her sexually. Her body came even as she thought over the situation.
Sadie chocked her acceptance to her hippie parents and unconventional upbringing. The modeling profession also created many opportunities for strange encounters.
As it turned out, the experience didn't end in bellybursting. Her belly did spasm. Sadie's breaths aspirated a repeating cycle of, "Huffs! Puffs! Moans!" and "Grunts!"
The monster plunged several small tentacles into her pussy, and pulled out a bunch of smaller copies of itself. Sadie's pussy also squirted several blasts of amniotic fluid and cum.
The whole process lasted an hour or so. When the creature finished, it dowsed the model's body in a flood of purple slime, rubbed some into her belly and groin, and then withdrew into the cove with its brood.
Sadie lay nude, gasping and moaning. A ball of light blasted from the sea, leaving a fountain of seawater, before streaking into the sky with a sonic boom.
Sadie lay in the wet sand for a quarter hour or so, then rose with some difficulty. She entered the water to wash off the purple slime. She was very surprised to find, other than an aching pussy and groin, no trace of her experience with the alien.
Nothing! Not even stretch marks! I just gave birth to alien babies. How...?
Sadie's bikini had washed out to sea but, fortunately, her towel was on the beach.
The concierge at the hotel didn't raise his eyebrows when the model staggered into the lobby. It was a clothing optional resort.
The quiet glare she gave him, stifled any questions.
Sadie staggered into her hotel room, went to the shower, washed, and collapsed on the bed.
