No!

With one last exertion, Teysa leapt for freedom. For one glorious moment, she thought she had made it-- she was home free. Then something ropey and muscular wrapped around her midsection and plucked her out of the air.

The impact knocked the wind out of her. Dazed, Teysa was only aware of a pressure on her stomach. Looking down she saw a thick, reddish-brown tendril. It was amazing what tiny details she could see in a moment like this-- time seemed to freeze. She could see the tentacle's pulsing ridges, the semi-transparent mucous it was smearing across her robe, the tip as delicate as a finger. Then time caught up with her and she felt herself being yanked backwards.

She struggled in the thing's grip, but couldn't dislodge it. The tentacle was as thick as her arm but many times as strong. She tried to turn around, to at least get a look at what held her captive, but she couldn't. Pain lanced across her torso, and looking down she could see dissolved fragments of robe sloughing off. With the pain came a tingling numbness that started in her midsection and spread to her extremities. The orb bounced away across the floor, its light guttering out.

A blast of hot breath washed over Teysa, and she gagged. This close the thing's breath was truly rancid. She smelled the sickly odor of decay above a sharper, more pungent stink. She supposed that the absence of light was a mercy now. She did not want to see the face of her devourer. Closing her eyes she mouthed a prayer to Agamor.

The tentacle continued to retract. Another exhalation surrounded her, and she realized she was inside the thing's mouth. She braced for the feeling of its teeth rending her skin, but it never came. Instead, she felt a warm, wet pressure on her lower legs.

Teysa's fear had given way to an icy calm. She supposed that the worst had happened-- she was being eaten alive. She had nothing left to fear. She opened her eyes, but there was nothing to see. She was truly in a lightless place now. She hoped that Aliara had made it, at least. Teysa's arms were free, and she reached down to feel her stomach. She was still curiously numb, but prodding confirmed that she was alive and intact. The acid or whatever it was did not seem to be able to dissolve her flesh. She wondered if she was even edible to this thing.

The pressure around her legs had now reached her knees. To her alarm, she realized that it wasn't moving up; she was sliding deeper into the beast's gullet, through some kind of peristalsis. She wriggled frantically, trying to free her legs, but they were held tight by rings of rippling muscle. She could feel herself sinking deeper down the thing's throat.

As the pressure reached Teysa's waist and stomach, she held her arms above her head. She could feel the motion that was pulling her deeper, now. There was a maw of sorts within the beast, a toothless, gulping sphincter that was drawing her ever deeper. It was at her breasts, now at her shoulders, now her head-- she shivered in revulsion as the wall of rippling flesh encased her face. Surprisingly, she found she could still breathe inside it. Her world became the warm, moist pressure of the beast all around her, sealing her as tightly as a child in the womb.

Teysa was not sure how long she remained like that, but after a time she was surprised to find her legs free. At first unsure if this was a dream or hallucination, she kicked experimentally, feeling only cool air. Her waist passed into the gap next, and goose prickles ran up her spine at the unexpected cool breeze on her nether regions. Finally, her upper body spilled out, and she tumbled unceremoniously to the floor. Flexing her sore joints, she took a couple of deep breaths, relishing the air even though it smelled as bad as before. Her first thought was that she had reached the stomach, but this sac was empty of acid, or any other features.

She did not have long to wait. Tentacles snaked out of the darkness and wrapped around her wrists and ankles. She kicked feebly, but exhaustion and fear had sapped her of her strength. They pulled her taut against the wall in a spread-eagled position. One looped under her armpits to lift her off the ground, another wrapped around her throat so tightly she let out a choked squawk.

Teysa could feel something cold and slimy probing between her legs. Helplessly, she thrashed against her binds, trying to pull her knees together. In response the tentacles wrenched her legs even further apart, eliciting a groan of pain. Slowly, ever so slowly, the tentacle snaked up her leg. She could feel the trail of cold slime it left behind.

The probing tip of the tentacle reached Teysa's hips, and she screwed her eyes shut and grimaced in preparation for the invasion she knew was coming. To her horror, the tip kept moving, snaking backwards and insinuating itself between her butt cheeks. Realization dawned and she clenched her cheeks together, but too late; with a single solid push, the fleshy invader battered aside her resistance and plunged deep inside her asshole.

Teysa howled as the probing tendril thrust itself into her bowels. It seemed to go on and on, inch after cold, moist inch pushing its way past her bruised O-ring. The meaty appendage pulsed with a steady rhythm, each pulse accompanied by a peristaltic push that filled her up even more. Teysa could not believe how much tentacle had already pushed its way into her; it felt like any moment now it should be coming out her mouth. As the creature continued its **** the intruding tendril seemed to be fattening, and Teysa groaned again as she felt her sensitive hole stretching to accommodate it.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, the creature stopped. She could feel it moving around inside her bowels and the sensation made her queasy. It abruptly began to withdraw from her. The feeling of inch after inch of tentacle pulling out of her asshole made her feel sick, but she held in her gorge. The abatement of the horrible internal pressure was something at least.

The last few inches of the tentacle pulled loose with a wet pop, and Teysa felt a flow of cold goop trickle down her leg. She shuddered with revulsion at the thought of the beast's horrid mucous inside her. Her relief didn't last long: another tentacle was already crawling up her other leg. This one beelined straight for her pussy and paused only briefly at her nether lips before shoving them apart and pushing itself inside her.

The sudden shock of cold made her gasp. The tentacle was thinner than the ovipositor had been, but colder, and with a rough, pebbled texture. She shivered again as a familiar sensation shot up her spine. As impossible as it was to imagine in these awful circumstances, the texture and width of the tentacle were arousing her. She bucked her hips against the tentacle and was rewarded by a frisson of pleasure that radiated outward from her pussy like a spreading warmth.

By this time the invader had reached the entrance to her womb. It did not stop, but pushed deeper, with a mounting, intense pressure. Teysa bucked again, her eyes rolling back into her head. The pressure inside her built. She felt a moment of tension, then a sudden spear of pain as the tentacle pushed through to her womb. The sensation was overwhelming, feeling something so deep inside her, leaving not even her most intimate parts untouched. She moaned and her tongue lolled out of the corner of her mouth. She was trapped in darkness, with nothing to see and no sound but the faint rumbling of the creature around her, so she focused on the sensation of touch. She could feel all of the tendrils binding her pulsing in time with the one in her womb.

Something brushed against her knee. She had time to wonder what it was before she felt a mounting pressure on her quim. There was a bulge in the tentacle, she realized-- something traveling up it. She was faintly aware of the horror of her situation, but the lust filling her mind with pink fog drowned out all sensation. She bucked again and ground her hips into the bulge, willing it inside her. Her juices flowed around the tentacle and covered her thighs in sticky warmth. The bolus strained at the entrance to her soaking cunny for a moment, then the tentacle grew tired of waiting and pushed with a great wave of peristalsis. Teysa felt herself stretching to accommodate the new intruder, but she couldn't bring herself to care. The feeling of the bulge passing between her lips and making its way up her snug tunnel set off a new wave of blissful fireworks in her head. She bit her lip to keep from moaning and kept grinding her hips in a circular motion.

When the bulge reached her womb it paused again, but by this time another bulge had made it to her pussy entrance and no delay would be tolerated. Teysa's reverie was momentarily broken by a short, sharp pain as the first delivery arrived in her womb. She felt something wriggle free from the tentacle deep inside her. The next package was close at its heels, and she could feel another below them. Another earth-shattering orgasm ripped through her as she felt herself filling up. In the darkness she could not see what the tentacles were depositing inside her, but found that she didn't care. Some part of her, some small sane voice, was screaming in terror, but she could barely hear it over the roaring in her ears as her starving cunt demanded more, more, MORE!

She lost track of how many eggs, or whatever they were, the beast planted within her. When the tentacle finally withdrew from her, it left her a sopping, panting mess. A mixture of her warm juices and the colder goo extruded by the tentacle coated her thighs and dripped from her gaping pussy. The tendrils binding her arms loosened and without conscious thought she cradled her stomach in her arms. It was tremendously swollen, larger than that of a woman about to give birth to twins. She felt her navel protruding and giggled at the sensation. Something inside her wriggled slightly, and she felt a surge of maternal warmth.

The tentacle binding her throat loosened slightly and she could feel its tip questing across her face. Too tired to resist, she opened her mouth, and felt it flow silkily past her lips and down her throat. To her surprise it tasted slightly sweet, not rotten and rancid as she had expected. It pulsed slightly, and she felt a trickle of something warm flowing into her stomach. Only then did she realize how hungry she had been. Her eyes watered at the unusual sensation, but she held still until the flow stopped and the tendril withdrew.

Exhaustion overtook Teysa and she let out a bone-cracking yawn. Intellectually, she considered the insanity of falling asleep in a situation like this, but she could barely keep her eyes open. Her head lolled as she fell asleep. ****, she did not notice a tendril propping her head up and gently brushing her hair out of her face.

Teysa had never been a student of monstrous biology, so she had no way of knowing that some species of predatory subterranean worms required humanoid prey as living incubators, not food. There was nothing to see inside the worm, nothing to do, but the chemicals it periodically pumped into her slowly reduced her to a state of lustful docility. Soon Teysa's life became nothing more than a series of intense orgasms, punctuated by feeding and torpor. When the worm's young slithered their way out of her, she was left feeling horribly empty and forsaken, but she was never empty for long.

GAME OVER