A Slippery Revenge part 1
by devilfruit--- The package was waiting on Natalie’s doorstep when she got home, its surface slick with condensation, as if it had been breathing inside the cardboard. She kicked off her sneakers, letting them t
about 4 hours ago
•long read•intense intensity---
The package was waiting on Natalie’s doorstep when she got home, its surface slick with condensation, as if it had been breathing inside the cardboard. She kicked off her sneakers, letting them thud against the wall while she tore at the tape with her keys. No return address, just her name scrawled in Emily’s looping, vindictive handwriting. A smirk tugged at Natalie’s lips—*petty revenge, how cute*—until she pried open the lid and the stench hit her.
Not rot. Not chemical. Something *alive*.
Inside, nestled in damp packing foam, was a test tube the size of her forearm, its glass fogged from the inside. The substance within wasn’t liquid, not quite. It pulsed, a thick, veined slab of something between meat and jelly, its surface glistening like wet muscle. A note fluttered to the floor:
*"Hope you like my gift. Consider it payback for *stealing* what wasn’t yours. Enjoy your new roommate. —E"*
Natalie’s stomach dropped. She knew that handwriting, knew the venom behind it. Emily had never been one for half-measures.
Curiosity won. She popped the cork.
The thing *unfolded*.
One second, it was a quivering slab in a tube. The next, a slick, boneless hand shot out, fingers—if you could call them that—wrapping around Natalie’s throat before she could scream. The substance *moved*, peeling itself from the glass in one wet, slithering motion, its body expanding, stretching, until it was taller than her, its form a shifting mass of tendrils and bulging, vein-wrapped sacs. The air filled with a sickly-sweet scent, like overripe fruit left to ferment in the sun.
Natalie clawed at the thing’s grip, her nails sinking into something that gave like warm gelatin, only for her limbs to go numb. A needle-fine sting pricked her neck—*aphrodisiac*, her fogging mind supplied, just before the world tilted. She hit the floor hard, her cheek pressed against the tiles as the creature *ate*.
Not her. Not yet.
Her *stuff*.
The monster—because that’s what it was, a writhing, hungry *thing*—slithered through her apartment like a living oil slick, absorbing everything it touched. Her laptop melted into its mass with a wet *gloop*. Her couch groaned as tendrils burrowed into the cushions, devouring fabric and foam alike. The creature *grew*, its body swelling, its color deepening from sickly pink to a bruised, throbbing purple.
Natalie could only watch, her body heavy, her pussy already throbbing with unwanted heat. The aphrodisiac burned through her veins, her nipples hardening into aching points, her clit swelling against the seam of her jeans. She whimpered when the first tendril brushed her ankle, cold and slick, like a snake’s tongue.
Then it *climbed* her.
The thing had no eyes, but it *knew* where to touch. A thin, probing tip slid up the inside of her thigh, pressing against the denim, tracing the shape of her pussy lips through the fabric. Natalie gasped, her back arching, her hands clawing at the floor. Another tendril wrapped around her wrist, yanking her arm above her head. More followed, pinning her, spreading her legs, peeling her jeans down her thighs with disturbing ease.
She was naked before she could protest.
The creature *chuckled*—a wet, gurgling sound—as it explored her. Two thick, ridged appendages latched onto her nipples, sinking into the flesh with a sharp, injecting sting. Natalie screamed, her back bowing off the floor as her tits *swelled*, the skin stretching taut, her nipples darkening, leaking thin streams of milk almost instantly. The tendrils pulsed, feeding her something, *changing* her.
Her vision swam. Her cunt was *dripping*, her thighs slick with it, her ass clenching around nothing. She needed—*fuck*, she *needed*—
A gag forced its way between her lips, thick and rubbery, stretching her jaw wide. It slid down her throat, filling her, choking her, and then—*oh god*—it *pulsed*. A hot, salty flood of something thick coated her tongue, slid down her esophagus. She gagged, but the thing *kept* cumming, filling her stomach with its seed until she could feel it sloshing inside her.
Natalie blacked out with a tendril buried knuckle-deep in her ass.
---
She woke to the sound of *dripping*.
Her body ached. Her tits were *monstrous*, heavy as bowling balls, the nipples leaking steadily, her skin stretched so tight it *shone*. Her belly was a distended globe, the skin translucent in places, something *moving* beneath it. Her legs were spread obscenely wide, her ankles sucked into the *ceiling*—no, not the ceiling. The creature had *become* the ceiling, a living, breathing membrane that pulsed with every breath she took.
Tendrils snaked around her wrists, her thighs, her *neck*, holding her suspended like a marionette. One thick, veined appendage was buried in her ass, stretching her wide, *filling* her. She could feel it—*eggs*, dozens of them, pressing against her walls, making her whimper.
A sharp *slap* across her ass made her yelp. The creature *laughed*, the sound vibrating through the tendril in her throat. It pulled, just slightly, making her gag, her pussy clenching around nothing. She was *soaked*, her thighs coated in her own arousal, in the creature’s cum, in *milk* from her tits.
A thin, whip-like tendril flicked her clit. Natalie screamed around the gag, her body jerking, her orgasm *denied* at the last second. The creature *knew* how to torture her. It edged her for hours, bringing her to the brink again and again, only to pull back, leaving her trembling, her skin slick with sweat and frustration.
Sometimes, it shocked her.
A jolt of electricity would race through her nerves, making her back arch, her nipples *spurt* milk, her cunt gushing. Other times, it would suck the milk from her tits with greedy, slurping sounds, the sensation so intense it made her toes curl.
Natalie hated it.
She *loved* it.
---
The door creaked open at dusk.
Emily stood there, smirking, a camcorder in one hand, a syringe in the other. She looked *good*—too good, in a tight black dress that hugged her curves, her lips painted the same bruised purple as the creature’s hide.
“Miss me, *Natalie*?” Emily purred, stepping inside. She pressed *record*, the little red light blinking like a taunt.
Natalie thrashed, her muffled screams useless. The creature *stilled*, its tendrils twitching in anticipation.
Emily didn’t even flinch when a thin, probing tip brushed her calf. She just grinned, sinking the needle into the creature’s main mass. “Little boost for you,” she cooed, depressuring the plunger.
The effect was instant.
The creature *roared*, a sound like a thousand wet mouths gasping at once. Its tendrils *thrashed*, yanking Natalie’s arms wider, spreading her legs until her hips screamed. The one in her ass *pulsed*, injecting something new, something that made her vision white out for a second.
Then it *fucked* her.
No build-up. No teasing. Just *violence*.
A thick, ridged cock—*no, not a cock, a tendril, but fuck it felt like one*—slammed into her cunt, stretching her wider than she’d ever been. Natalie *screamed*, her back bowing, her tits swinging, milk spraying. The creature *pounded* her, its movements brutal, *relentless*, its other appendages slapping her ass, her tits, her *face*.
Emily filmed every second, her breath coming faster, her free hand slipping between her thighs.
Three hours.
Three *hours* of being railed, of being *used*, of the creature cumming inside her over and over, filling her until her belly *sloshed*, until her thighs were coated in it, until she was nothing but a sobbing, dripping, *cumming* mess.
When it finally pulled the gag from her mouth, Natalie’s first words were a hoarse, venomous *“You fucking *bitch*.”*
Emily just laughed, adjusting the camera. “Aw, did I ruin your fun?”
Natalie’s triumph was *sweet*.
Because Emily didn’t notice the tendril wrapping around her ankle.
Not until it *yanked*.
The scream was *glorious*.
---
Six hours later, Emily hung beside her.
Same position. Same *treatment*.
Her tits were even bigger than Natalie’s, the milk dripping in thick, white ropes. Her belly was a swollen orb, her thighs glistening with cum and her own arousal. The creature had gagged her too, its tendrils buried in her ass, her cunt, her *mouth*.
Their eyes met.
“*Y-y-you—*” Emily gagged, her words cut off as the creature *fucked* her harder, its cock slamming into her ass with wet, obscene sounds.
Natalie grinned, or tried to. The tendril in her throat made it difficult. “*I* what?” she managed, her voice raw. “*I* stole your boyfriend?” She laughed, the sound turning into a moan as the creature *shocked* her, her pussy clenching. “Looks like *you’re* the one getting *fucked* now.”
Emily’s face twisted. “*Fuck* you!”
“*No*,” Natalie gasped, as the creature *bit* her throat, its teeth—*when had it grown teeth?*—sinking in, forcing her to cum, her vision whiting out. “*Fuck* *us*.”
---
A week passed.
The camera never stopped recording.
The creature never stopped *feeding*.
Sometimes, it made them cum together, its teeth buried in both their throats, their bodies jerking in unison, milk and cum spraying. Other times, it left them to scream at each other, their insults dissolving into moans when it *shocked* them, when it *filled* them, when it *denied* them.
Natalie lost track of how many eggs were inside her.
She lost track of how many times Emily’s screams turned her on.
The worst part?
She wasn’t sure she *wanted* to be saved anymore.
The package was waiting on Natalie’s doorstep when she got home, its surface slick with condensation, as if it had been breathing inside the cardboard. She kicked off her sneakers, letting them thud against the wall while she tore at the tape with her keys. No return address, just her name scrawled in Emily’s looping, vindictive handwriting. A smirk tugged at Natalie’s lips—*petty revenge, how cute*—until she pried open the lid and the stench hit her.
Not rot. Not chemical. Something *alive*.
Inside, nestled in damp packing foam, was a test tube the size of her forearm, its glass fogged from the inside. The substance within wasn’t liquid, not quite. It pulsed, a thick, veined slab of something between meat and jelly, its surface glistening like wet muscle. A note fluttered to the floor:
*"Hope you like my gift. Consider it payback for *stealing* what wasn’t yours. Enjoy your new roommate. —E"*
Natalie’s stomach dropped. She knew that handwriting, knew the venom behind it. Emily had never been one for half-measures.
Curiosity won. She popped the cork.
The thing *unfolded*.
One second, it was a quivering slab in a tube. The next, a slick, boneless hand shot out, fingers—if you could call them that—wrapping around Natalie’s throat before she could scream. The substance *moved*, peeling itself from the glass in one wet, slithering motion, its body expanding, stretching, until it was taller than her, its form a shifting mass of tendrils and bulging, vein-wrapped sacs. The air filled with a sickly-sweet scent, like overripe fruit left to ferment in the sun.
Natalie clawed at the thing’s grip, her nails sinking into something that gave like warm gelatin, only for her limbs to go numb. A needle-fine sting pricked her neck—*aphrodisiac*, her fogging mind supplied, just before the world tilted. She hit the floor hard, her cheek pressed against the tiles as the creature *ate*.
Not her. Not yet.
Her *stuff*.
The monster—because that’s what it was, a writhing, hungry *thing*—slithered through her apartment like a living oil slick, absorbing everything it touched. Her laptop melted into its mass with a wet *gloop*. Her couch groaned as tendrils burrowed into the cushions, devouring fabric and foam alike. The creature *grew*, its body swelling, its color deepening from sickly pink to a bruised, throbbing purple.
Natalie could only watch, her body heavy, her pussy already throbbing with unwanted heat. The aphrodisiac burned through her veins, her nipples hardening into aching points, her clit swelling against the seam of her jeans. She whimpered when the first tendril brushed her ankle, cold and slick, like a snake’s tongue.
Then it *climbed* her.
The thing had no eyes, but it *knew* where to touch. A thin, probing tip slid up the inside of her thigh, pressing against the denim, tracing the shape of her pussy lips through the fabric. Natalie gasped, her back arching, her hands clawing at the floor. Another tendril wrapped around her wrist, yanking her arm above her head. More followed, pinning her, spreading her legs, peeling her jeans down her thighs with disturbing ease.
She was naked before she could protest.
The creature *chuckled*—a wet, gurgling sound—as it explored her. Two thick, ridged appendages latched onto her nipples, sinking into the flesh with a sharp, injecting sting. Natalie screamed, her back bowing off the floor as her tits *swelled*, the skin stretching taut, her nipples darkening, leaking thin streams of milk almost instantly. The tendrils pulsed, feeding her something, *changing* her.
Her vision swam. Her cunt was *dripping*, her thighs slick with it, her ass clenching around nothing. She needed—*fuck*, she *needed*—
A gag forced its way between her lips, thick and rubbery, stretching her jaw wide. It slid down her throat, filling her, choking her, and then—*oh god*—it *pulsed*. A hot, salty flood of something thick coated her tongue, slid down her esophagus. She gagged, but the thing *kept* cumming, filling her stomach with its seed until she could feel it sloshing inside her.
Natalie blacked out with a tendril buried knuckle-deep in her ass.
---
She woke to the sound of *dripping*.
Her body ached. Her tits were *monstrous*, heavy as bowling balls, the nipples leaking steadily, her skin stretched so tight it *shone*. Her belly was a distended globe, the skin translucent in places, something *moving* beneath it. Her legs were spread obscenely wide, her ankles sucked into the *ceiling*—no, not the ceiling. The creature had *become* the ceiling, a living, breathing membrane that pulsed with every breath she took.
Tendrils snaked around her wrists, her thighs, her *neck*, holding her suspended like a marionette. One thick, veined appendage was buried in her ass, stretching her wide, *filling* her. She could feel it—*eggs*, dozens of them, pressing against her walls, making her whimper.
A sharp *slap* across her ass made her yelp. The creature *laughed*, the sound vibrating through the tendril in her throat. It pulled, just slightly, making her gag, her pussy clenching around nothing. She was *soaked*, her thighs coated in her own arousal, in the creature’s cum, in *milk* from her tits.
A thin, whip-like tendril flicked her clit. Natalie screamed around the gag, her body jerking, her orgasm *denied* at the last second. The creature *knew* how to torture her. It edged her for hours, bringing her to the brink again and again, only to pull back, leaving her trembling, her skin slick with sweat and frustration.
Sometimes, it shocked her.
A jolt of electricity would race through her nerves, making her back arch, her nipples *spurt* milk, her cunt gushing. Other times, it would suck the milk from her tits with greedy, slurping sounds, the sensation so intense it made her toes curl.
Natalie hated it.
She *loved* it.
---
The door creaked open at dusk.
Emily stood there, smirking, a camcorder in one hand, a syringe in the other. She looked *good*—too good, in a tight black dress that hugged her curves, her lips painted the same bruised purple as the creature’s hide.
“Miss me, *Natalie*?” Emily purred, stepping inside. She pressed *record*, the little red light blinking like a taunt.
Natalie thrashed, her muffled screams useless. The creature *stilled*, its tendrils twitching in anticipation.
Emily didn’t even flinch when a thin, probing tip brushed her calf. She just grinned, sinking the needle into the creature’s main mass. “Little boost for you,” she cooed, depressuring the plunger.
The effect was instant.
The creature *roared*, a sound like a thousand wet mouths gasping at once. Its tendrils *thrashed*, yanking Natalie’s arms wider, spreading her legs until her hips screamed. The one in her ass *pulsed*, injecting something new, something that made her vision white out for a second.
Then it *fucked* her.
No build-up. No teasing. Just *violence*.
A thick, ridged cock—*no, not a cock, a tendril, but fuck it felt like one*—slammed into her cunt, stretching her wider than she’d ever been. Natalie *screamed*, her back bowing, her tits swinging, milk spraying. The creature *pounded* her, its movements brutal, *relentless*, its other appendages slapping her ass, her tits, her *face*.
Emily filmed every second, her breath coming faster, her free hand slipping between her thighs.
Three hours.
Three *hours* of being railed, of being *used*, of the creature cumming inside her over and over, filling her until her belly *sloshed*, until her thighs were coated in it, until she was nothing but a sobbing, dripping, *cumming* mess.
When it finally pulled the gag from her mouth, Natalie’s first words were a hoarse, venomous *“You fucking *bitch*.”*
Emily just laughed, adjusting the camera. “Aw, did I ruin your fun?”
Natalie’s triumph was *sweet*.
Because Emily didn’t notice the tendril wrapping around her ankle.
Not until it *yanked*.
The scream was *glorious*.
---
Six hours later, Emily hung beside her.
Same position. Same *treatment*.
Her tits were even bigger than Natalie’s, the milk dripping in thick, white ropes. Her belly was a swollen orb, her thighs glistening with cum and her own arousal. The creature had gagged her too, its tendrils buried in her ass, her cunt, her *mouth*.
Their eyes met.
“*Y-y-you—*” Emily gagged, her words cut off as the creature *fucked* her harder, its cock slamming into her ass with wet, obscene sounds.
Natalie grinned, or tried to. The tendril in her throat made it difficult. “*I* what?” she managed, her voice raw. “*I* stole your boyfriend?” She laughed, the sound turning into a moan as the creature *shocked* her, her pussy clenching. “Looks like *you’re* the one getting *fucked* now.”
Emily’s face twisted. “*Fuck* you!”
“*No*,” Natalie gasped, as the creature *bit* her throat, its teeth—*when had it grown teeth?*—sinking in, forcing her to cum, her vision whiting out. “*Fuck* *us*.”
---
A week passed.
The camera never stopped recording.
The creature never stopped *feeding*.
Sometimes, it made them cum together, its teeth buried in both their throats, their bodies jerking in unison, milk and cum spraying. Other times, it left them to scream at each other, their insults dissolving into moans when it *shocked* them, when it *filled* them, when it *denied* them.
Natalie lost track of how many eggs were inside her.
She lost track of how many times Emily’s screams turned her on.
The worst part?
She wasn’t sure she *wanted* to be saved anymore.