Horror Lurking in the Parking Lot

Neeta Khatri bustled out to her dinky rust bucket of a car with a chip on her shoulder. After this last meeting with Principal Edwards, she was finished. The slovenly bastard never gave her any slack.

Just hold on for one more year, Neeta. You can slap the experience on your resume and get the hell away from this Podunk nightmare.

Neeta fished around in her purse for her car keys and panicked when she could not find them. She swore she had loaded up her purse when she left for that damnable meeting.

"No, no, no. This is not happening," the young teacher said to herself.

The keys were nowhere to be found.

"Dammit!" She cried, kicking front right tire.

A sharp pain radiated up Neeta's leg.

I just want something in my life to go right. Is that too much to ask?

From behind her, Neeta suddenly heard an odd shuffling sound. She turned around quickly but saw nothing.

"Hello?" She asked. "Is anyone there?"

The shuffling sound continued. It sounded very close, but Neeta could not tell exactly where it was coming from.

"This isn't funny. Show yourself!" She yelled out. "I have pepper spray!"

A slimy, hot sensation on Neeta's leg paralyzed the teacher where she stood. Something wrapped itself around her ankle and started to climb its way up.

Neeta looked down and gaped in shock and horror. Some kind of glowing, worm-like monstrosity was coiling around her left leg like a python. The strangeness and pure terror of the situation seemed to cripple the woman's ability to respond. She just gazed at the creature stupidly as it moved its way up her body.

It was only as the monster started to peek underneath Neeta's conservative black skirt that she snapped out of it. Then she kicked and screamed and groped madly at the thing. She tried her hardest to stop its inexorable march towards what promised to be a horrifying conclusion, but the creature was far too strong. Neeta's groping and scratches only slowed the worm by a slight amount.

Soon, the monstrously hot bulk of the creature was pushing against Neeta's panties and a new frenzy washed over the woman.

Good God, is it going to **** me?

As if to answer this question, the worm shoved itself down the hem of Neeta's panties and with a single, tremendous effort, **** its head between her nether lips.

"No!" Neeta wailed.

But it was too late. The joining had begun.