Memoirs of Kitty Siam Ch. 47

The suction on my nipples increased and now that the fluid was flowing freely I could feel my stomach starting to shrink as the fluid was drawn from my gut through my body and into my breasts. My stomach was almost empty and my breasts were starting to shrivel when the tendril inside my mouth began to move again. It started moving slowly in time with the sucking sensation on my nipples then increased in strength and speed until once again it was stretching my throat and threatening to push into my tummy. The pleasure from my breasts had me almost cooperating with the abuse that my mouth was receiving and I could feel myself wanting to swallow more of the creature's goo. I hoped soon that it would spew forth its sludge once again as I found myself silently begging to be filled.

Just as the tendril in my mouth began to swell again, I felt the tendril inside my lady parts withdraw only to be replaced by a larger one that was not so smooth as the one in my mouth. It slowly built up a rhythm that was opposite the one thrusting into my mouth. I could feel myself being pushed one way then the other as if the two of them were in competition with each other to see which could impale me the hardest. I was close to another orgasm that would never come, when suddenly a slender tendril snaked its way between my lower cheeks and pressed past my sphincter. This one was thicker than the one that had examined me earlier but was not as thick and the one that was pulsing inside my little kitty.

Both of the tendrils working in and out of me below the waist kept a different time than the one in my mouth, and since they were out of time with each other my body and my breasts were bouncing wildly as I was held suspected by my arms and legs over the moon lit lake. The tendril in my mouth started to spasm and the first gush of goo exploded into my mouth and forced its way into my tummy. My stomach once again started filling up and as it did the fluid was drawn from my tummy through my body like a filter to my breasts. Once the new flow reached my nipples the tendrils holding my now grossly stretched nipples sucked harder and increased the flow. The way they were pulling on my nipples made it feel that they were stretched about an inch or so from the suction.

As I swallowed the gushing goo, the tendrils inside my kitty and backside moved faster as if they were in a race to see which would finish first. My tight butt hole provided more friction than my little kitty did so it was the smaller of the two tendrils that won and started to pulse before it issued forth its first gobs of goo that flooded my bowels. Not to be outdone the tendril abusing my kitty expanded its self to the point that my little tunnel was being stretched more than my mouth and throat was. In no time the added friction against the larger tendril had it hosing out my insides as well. I was now being filled in all three holes at the same time.

My bowels, womb and tummy were being filled at an alarming rate, and the feelings of pleasure had subsided along with any chance that another orgasm of mine would attempt to happen. My breasts were filling up faster and fuller than they had before which caused the suction on my nipples to ramp up accordingly. I do not know how long this went on but once I was over filled I felt myself close to passing out from the pain that my body was forced to endure as I was continually pumped full of alien goo. The last thing I felt before passing out was the fluid being drawn up from my bowels and from my tummy into my breasts. After that there was darkness.

I awoke as a gentle rain began to fall. My mouth was still stuffed full of tendril but it had stopped pumping its slime into me, as had the one that was lodged firmly in my backside. Both were acting as plugs to keep the creamy filling deep inside me. My breasts were full, and larger than they were at any point that I can remember while the assault on my body continued through the night. Now that I was awake the pain in my breasts and tummy were once again unbearable. I did notice when I was able to take my mind off the pain in my torso that my little stretched out kitty was empty. It felt as if I were rubbed raw down there but I could also feel whatever was pumped into me down there leaking out, which was soothing the burning sensation. It was a thicker fluid than the one that was forced inside my mouth and bottom, so I knew that there was a different purpose for whatever was pumped into me down there.

As I hung there still unable to move my thoughts turned to Megyn and I wondered what had happened to her, and that perhaps some creatures such as these had gotten a hold of her as well. My thoughts of my traveling companion were dismissed when I felt the suction cups from my breasts dislodge and move away from my body. There was some pleasurable leakage from my nipples for a few minutes before the flow stopped. My mind begged for the suction cups to return and empty my breasts and tummy once again but that did not happen. I felt movement from the tendrils in my mouth and in my bottom but it was not the kind of movement that I was wishing for. Instead of these overly used holes being evacuated, the tips of the tendrils grew larger and once my mouth and my back passage were stretched as wide as they could be, the tendrils snapped off and quickly withdrew, leaving my mouth and my butt plugged up tightly to prevent any leakage. For whatever reason, I was destined to keep whatever it was that they pumped into me and that my body was no longer needed to filter whatever it was that they had sucked out of me.

There was no more pleasure in this for me; all that remained was an agonizing level of pain that had me pleading silently to whatever god there might be in the universe to quickly end my life. Sadly there was no god listening, nor was their any deliverance from the pain I was in, and the pain was about to get worse as I felt something pushing between my legs and entering past my outer lips. The tip was blunt but there was enough goo leaking out of me that provided lubrication for the tendril to force its way inside me. This one was huge. I could not feel the pain now but I could feel the pressure as my naturally tight walls resisted its entry. My tightness was not a defense that this tendril could not ram its way through. By my guess this one was easily three to four inches in girth, maybe more. I could not tell for sure since I could not see between my legs past my enormously bloated belly.

The monster tentacle powered its way in slowly, then withdrew most of the way then rammed in again. I was working at a deliberate pace, and my already stretched little tunnel was being stretched to its limits. The intruder picked up the pace slowly, and with each cycle it would push in deeper until it could go no farther, but that did not stop it from trying. This thing would not take "no way" for an answer and started ramming its self in me faster and harder. My bloated belly and engorged breasts swung wildly under me increasing the substantial pain that I was already in from the weight of the spooge that had been pumped into me.

The best way to describe what I was feeling is to say that it felt like a fist slamming into the entrance of my cervix, and from the pain that I felt from each blow, I know that I had suffered major damage down there and this assault was compounding the damage exponentially. The pounding I was receiving was so intense that as my body shook the tentacles holding my wrists and ankles started to lose their grip causing my captors to add additional tentacles to keep me suspended face down over the lake.

After more time then I can remember the intruder began to swell and pulsate inside of me, this swelling and pulsing also added to the pain. After a few minutes of violent convulsions it felt as if the tentacle had doubled in size, but perhaps that was just a poor guestimate my mind latched onto due to the increased level of misery I was feeling. Finally the assaulting phallus slammed home, expanded again then launched something from its tip. It felt as if a tennis ball or something of similar size had been launched against my cervix and passed through the shattered ring. Along with the object was injected inside me was what felt like a gallon or so of liquid that followed.

My attacker paused for a second or two then pulled out almost all the way then rammed in again and unleashed a second similar object into my battered womb. I was praying that this was the last one, but no I could not be so lucky. The creature pulled back, then thrust forward and slammed a third ball followed by another gush of fluid. My womb could not hold any more, and neither could the girth of the tentacle. The final gush of liquid sprayed past the tentacle and like a water jet was expelled from around the tentacle and past my lips, soaking my leg and a good portion of the creature. The stream did not last long, and stopped shortly after the tentacle was roughly pulled from me. It seems that one of the balls that was shot into me was acting like a stopper at the entrance of my womb to keep the fluid and the other balls from squirting out. Needless to say, the additional weight of the fluid and balls and the ever-present force of gravity increased the level of pain my overly full belly was causing me.

A few seconds after my ruined womanhood had been evacuated it was penetrated by a fresh tentacle. I could tell the difference because this one had ribs and bumps that the other did not, and it was not "ribbed" for my pleasure either. This one did not take its time working up to a fast pace. It just slammed in hard and moved at a fast speed right from the beginning. I guess his buddy told him how tight I used to be and he wanted to feel some of this for himself. Well, I was much looser down there thanks to my previous intruder which made things easier for this one, but it did not make things any less painful for me as this huge slimy lake monster had his way with me also.

Just like the other attacker he worked up to an unbelievably fast rhythm before launching in a tennis ball sized object followed by two more. Once the third ball had entered this tentacle did not pull out like the other, this one narrowed a bit at the tip and pushed itself in deeper and kept pushing until a few inches of it had passed my busted cervix. Once inside it expanded, and while it grew larger I wanted to scream but could not due to the tendril plug that was stuffed into my mouth. Once it was expanded fully it too disconnected the tip from the rest of the tentacle and left me plugged up in all three holes.

My body was swaying as my belly and breasts jiggled under me. Several small tentacles and tendrils were poking and prodding me and while this was going on I felt a tendril wrap three times around my throat. I did not know what more they could do to me but I hoped that whatever it was, a quick death would follow. As I felt a tendril wrap around my left breast and squeeze it gently I hear a soft whirring sound off in the distance, which was followed by a loud clap of thunder. As the thunder struck I felt the grip of the tentacles on my arms and legs shift slightly, but then the set of appendages holding my left leg released completely and fell away leaving only one leg, both arms and my neck under the control of the creatures.

A second roar of thunder struck and then suddenly the tentacle around my neck and my right leg disappeared and released me. I dropped quickly, and only the two tentacles holding my arms were left in control of me. One more bolt of thunder struck and I found myself free falling legs first toward the lake. The last thing I seen before I hit the water and blacked out was the fat barrel of the swivel mounted Transonic Cannon pointed in the direction of the creature that was previously holding my arms.

When I started to regain my senses I found myself flat on my back looking up at the night sky. When the creatures dropped me into the lake it was early morning, so at least a full day may have passed. I tried to move to look around but found that every movement was immensely painful and for some reason my body still would not cooperate. Perhaps it was because of all of the neurotoxins that had been injected into me in various places, or perhaps my spine was damaged in the fall and the pain impulses were no longer reaching my brain. Either way I was thankful for now.

I could turn my head slightly and noticed that both of my arms were tied to my body with pieces of cloth that looked as if they were ripped from a military uniform; my legs also were bound together at the thighs and below the knee. I could not see my leg bindings due to my still overly bloated belly but I knew they were there as some of the feeling began returning to my extremities.

I heard Megyn's voice softly telling me to remain still, and as she spoke to me I could see her face looking down upon mine as she was kneeling over me. She explained that my body had been badly damaged and that she had reduced my dislocated shoulders and that is why my arms were bound to my torso. She also explained that the medical scanner in the first aid kit indicated that my pelvis was fractured and that my right leg was dislocated from my hip. She had used the instruments in field medic's kit that was aboard the Koloth in with the survival gear but she confessed that there was more wrong with me than the emergency equipment could fix. I knew that to be true as I could feel my that own body's advanced healing properties were being opposed by whatever had been injected by the quills, and what had been pumped into me by the tentacles and the tendrils.

From what I learned from my so-called owner's manual that my healing properties should have been able to fully heal the worst of my injuries in about twenty-four hours. I knew it had been less than that but I found my level of pain and discomfort to be increasing and that should not have been happening if my enhanced healing mechanisms were functioning properly. As I surveyed my numerous internal injuries I found broken ribs, torn tendons, a collapsed lung, which thankfully was being repaired, but ever so slowly. The injected mass was pushing up on my lungs and forcing them to constrict around my heart, which was causing great pain in my chest and retarding my metabolism and the flow of blood to the rest of my body.

There was a stirring in my lower abdomen in the general area where the six ball-like objects had been implanted. My guess was that one or more of them were hatching. Megyn tried to calm me as I attempted to move, and as she did so I reached out to her with my wireless connection. My mouth, and both of my lower passages were still plugged up by the tentacle corks that had been inserted and inflated to keep the various fluids and potential offspring safely inside me. I begged Megyn to remove them.

Sadly she replied that she had attempted to do so and even attempted to cut them out with her knife but was unable to do so. The objects left behind by the creatures were made of some sort of fibers that had hardened in place that could not be cut by anything that she had available to her.

When I asked her to pull them out, she informed me that she had tried that as well with no success. Realizing that we would have to come up with another option to remove the plugs, I turned my attention to the massive melon sized breasts that the creature had left me with. I felt that they weighed about ten pounds each and being that I was laying on my back they were dead weight on my chest, this was affecting my heart rate and breathing. I asked if there was anything she could do short of performing a mastectomy, which I would have considered as a last resort. Megyn did have an idea and as she leaned over to take my right breast in her hands I could see that she too had been injured.

As her hands circled around my right breast and massaged it gently I asked her about her injuries. She had a nasty cut across her forehead that looked like it took about thirty stitches of her own doing to properly close. The t-shirt she was wearing was not the one that she had on before the attack. That one was green, and this one was tan but had the appearance of blood seeping through in several spots. Megyn explained that the creatures that attacked me had captured her as well but as much as she could figure, they did not want an old woman with a dried up and useless reproductive system and tossed her roughly against a tree when she was released from the grip of their tentacles. She stopped massaging my breast long enough to lift her shirt and show me the sucker marks from the tentacles. As I looked them over she told me that my body was covered with them as well.

She returned her hands to my right breast and remarked that this would probably work better if she could get me on all fours with my breasts hanging down in the same manner as the teats of the cows she used to milk when she spent her summers working on her uncle's farm. She pushed my breast up enough that I could see that my once quarter inch long nipples were now a grossly stretched out inch and half from all of the suction that was applied to them.

Megyn started squeezing my aching breast and the squeezing brought more pain to the overly large orb until the first squirt of clear liquid gushed forth covering my chest and tummy. She aimed my pliable nipple to the side and slowly worked her fingers up and down as she did her best to squeeze the orb with her powerful hands. The more of the fluid she milked out, the better my breast felt and it was slowly shrinking, but as it shrunk it did not return to the firm roundness that it once had, and after Megyn was done milking out the fluid from both breasts they looked like they belonged to a woman in her late eighties. Sadly the best way to describe their wrinkled and depleted appearance was to say that they looked like two hotdogs that had been run over by a steamroller and then had two fat brown straws stuffed into their centers.

Megyn was in the process of toweling off my torso and face when I inquired about our flight plan and our failure to leave here on time. I was halfway through my question when my lower belly erupted in pain. I felt movement down below and the pain was radiating across my belly from two separate points. The pain would spike, and then I would feel some movement causing the pain to intensify again.

I wanted to scream but could not, the best I could do was a whimper but from the look on my face and the tears streaming down my cheeks, Megyn new that something was going on inside me. She applied the portable hand held medical scanner to my tummy and as she looked at the results I could see the scared look wash across her face. I knew something was wrong and in between pangs of pain I begged her to tell me what was happening.

As she was forming her response to me in a way that she thought would not alarm me, I guessed what was going on as I did my own internal medical survey. Two of the spherical eggs had hatched prematurely and were in the process of gnawing their way out of my womb, but instead of going in a direction that would take them through my natural birth canal, they were eating their way upward and were very close to getting to where they could start gnawing on my intestines which were still full of alien sludge.

I had experienced pain before but nothing like this. The pain was compounded by the fear of these larval creatures destroying my body from within, and as painful as it was, I knew it would get worse when they made it to my stomach where their main food supply was stored. I believed that they were meant to feed on what was injected into my bowels as well, but the high quality stuff was in my stomach and that is where they were heading first.