Release the monstrosity!

Antoinette's hand trembled for a moment, subtly. She shook in place. In in instant, it was gone, stillness returning, her purpose clear. This would be her sweet nemesis for deeds done. The punishment would absolve her.

The fusion was complete. Her hand found a lever, and she pulled on it. Part of her recoiled in fear from the action, the other chastised it, insisting that the lab had gone on long enough in the hands of the demons that operated it. Demons like her. Susan had been saved, she did her a favor. It was time to own up to it.

As the lever released, the white box opened. There was darkness inside, she couldn't see into it, however, she could immediately feel that she was being watched. It opened to an inky blackness, without the slightest suggestion of a presence inside. There were no eyes to be seen, not even a tendril. Even so, the room grew colder.

With a second thought, she reached for the lever again, turning back from her penitence. She wasn't quick enough. A dark tendril snapped out of the tomb and wrapped about her wrist. In the shock of it, she paused, and pulled at it. Another snapped out again, and again, grabbing her ankles and throat, then her other wrist. It lifted her into the air with outlandish strength, spread eagled.

The creature spilled forth out of the box, a boiling mass of tentacles, and eyed her flesh. She could see the eyes that once belonged to Susan, and Terra. Its lower half was amorphous, moving between a mass of snake like tentacles and something resembling a woman's legs. Its breasts were enormous, full, nipples engorged and erect. Somewhere beneath the ever turning tendrils, it had something else, a reproductive organ unlike any other. It would be the instrument of Antoinette's ****, everything she knew she deserved.

She couldn't speak with the pressure of its muscular tendrils wrapping about the muscles of her jaw and neck, only a few meaningless syllables. Three more tendrils spiraled out of the creature and ripped her clothing to shreds. They pulled it all to the ground, and felt along her flesh, tasting her, wetting its appetite. One hovered above her eye, examining it for a moment. It gently caressed it, rolling across her eyelid. After that, it gave her her first taste.

She felt the pain of forgiveness as it pushed into her tear duct, behind her eye, and into the flesh of her head. It was oily, it slipped right past the eyeball. Another entered her nostril, deep into her brain. Still another pierced into her sphenoid sinuses below her ear, and from there again into her nervous system.

This was wrong. It wasn't supposed to take so much interest in her brain first. What was going on?

The creature that was Susan and Terra and the larval beast tasted her mind for a moment. She could feel residual lust emanating from it. It was exploring. She felt memories being jogged from across her lifetime, every pleasure, every pain; she felt her entire catalog of expertise and experience being profiled, duplicated. It fed off of her mind. She got extremely wet as it did it, anticipating the insemination, now with an unfamiliar lust.

At last, a ball pressed past her eye, into her brain, containing some form of tissue she knew. It implanted itself deep within her. The three intruding tendrils removed themselves, in a harsh slide. Blood dripped from her eye, her nostril, and she thought she felt a little on her neck. But that wasn't enough for this, it was going to be brutal with her.

It dropped her to the ground, and pinned her wrists and ankles. Her legs were helplessly spread. The un-woman stood before her, in all her dark glory, and the tendrils of the beast slid aside, revealing a terrifying phallic tendril at her groin. She leaned over Antoinette, and braced herself for satisfaction.

Antoinette's voice was free again. She thought to object, until she remembered the nightmares. "You...you're justice, aren't you." She shook a little. "I go to bed each night, and my clothing as a responsible professional slides off, and I have nightmares. These things follow me home. They follow me under my skin. Give me what I deserve." Traces of both terror and hope cracked through her voice. "Give it to all of us!"

She was never sure if the beast understood her or not. The next thing it did was press its long tendril into her pussy, to the very bottom of it, into her belly, her womb. She felt it immediately begin to inseminate her, her belly growing with every pulsation. She felt the pain of the stretching. She felt the agony of it.

Another tube slid out of the beast woman's mouth, and into her own, lubricated. It tasted like cum. Was it a residual sexual organ? Of course it was, that was all this creature could think about. It slid down her throat, and eggs and semen began to pump through her oral cavity into her stomach. She knew it wouldn't stop there, this creature would take her entire body.

Her belly expanded with its cum until it felt like it was going to explode. She had a cross between an orgasm and a night terror as it finished her, so bloated she could hardly move. As it retracted, it sprayed some kind of resin within her, sealing her cervix shut. Her belly was on fire. She knew it was crossing the boundaries of her flesh, fertilizing every cell in her body.

The creature recoiled from its victim, standing, looking down at a woman that it now knew so much about. She would feel better, it supposed, as a victim instead of a villain. Many of them would. It came up with a particularly lavish organism to transform her flesh into, which it felt she would do well as.

Its own body, young as it was, became warm and hard again. It needed to fertilize someone else now. It left the torturer turned tortured on the floor, writhing, and shattered the glass. It was time to find another. The woman's logic in creating it was shaky, but it might enjoy this life, this body. Every body.