She cursed and shook her head to clear the increasing fogginess from her brain. She seemed to have used all her strength just trying to free her ankle, and panting, she flopped to her back. Staring at the ceiling, she tried to focus on the problem but found it becoming difficult to even stay awake. It was the chemicals slowly making their way through her bloodstream. A sound coming from the darkness gave her a little clarity as adrenaline shot through her body and she sat up on her elbows to peer into the shadows with wide eyes.

She sat shaking for what seemed like hours, and was about to turn away when something warm dripped on her shoulder. Slowly looking up, she squinted toward the ceiling and saw a shape moving into the light along the roof of the cave. The longer she watched, the more horror stricken she became as the long, glistening body of a massive slug oozed into view. It was enormous, its body at the mid-point was as big around as that of a Terran horse, and although it tapered down a bit at the head, the beast had to be at least three full meters long.

“No… no… no…” she moaned, pulling again at her trapped leg as real fear started to get the best of her. She knew what it was; her courses in zeno-biology had covered the Octnellian Red Slugs rather extensively. And now, seeing one first hand, knowing what she did about their behaviors, Carrie would much rather it had been a Marebear, or even a Ligar. Being torn apart by a large predator seemed like a mercy compared to what the slug would do to her.

As powerful as the larger animals on Octned Prime were, most weren’t very smart. They could usually be fooled or tricked with relative ease. But the Reds; as they were called by the researchers, had neither speed, nor any sort of real defensive characteristics. Instead, they had developed intelligence far above the other indigenous creatures on the planet. It was believed that they might even have limited forms of communication between individuals. Reds had been seen laying traps, working clasps and locks on human equipment and clothing, even using psychological trickery to separate individuals from a group. There was discussion early on that the Reds might actually be sentient, but that theory was tabled after the yellow-zone perimeter had been established. Like so many other human colonies, once bureaucracy got a toehold, science took a back seat to any further decisions.

None of that helped Carrie to feel any less panicked as the massive creature undulated forward until it was right above her. It paused for a moment as though assessing the situation of its prey, and then did something with its tail. As though it were slowly peeling away from the smooth cave surface, its head curled from from the ceiling.

“Oh god…” she whispered, her voice catching in her throat as she watched the creature oozing down toward her. She was frantic, pulling at her bound leg in panicked desperation. For a few tense moments she thought that the massive slug was reaching down for her face, but it curled back until it was directly over her trapped limb. It wasn’t taking any chances. It knew it had her, it was simply deciding the safest way to approach.

She wasn’t about to give up without a fight, however, and after panting down her fear, she sat up so that she would be within striking distance. When its forward end was less than a half a meter from her foot, she balled her fist, gritted her teeth, and punched at the beast for all she was worth… and had almost no effect whatsoever.

Hitting the slug was like hitting a wall of soft meat. The force of the blows was easily absorbed into the body of the organism, its flexible tissues taking on little dents from her hits, but then reforming almost at once. She noticed that the outer surface, though stretchy and slick with mucus, was quite tough. She doubted even her cutter could breach it, though she would have given anything for the opportunity to try. Stunned, she made an effort to push the huge attacker away from her, but it was simply too massive. She could only watch in horror as it slowly settled over her bare foot and ankle, its ‘head’ end facing toward her.

She wasn’t sure at all what she expected to feel when the Red touched her, but arousal certainly wasn’t it. Yet she did. There was something shockingly erotic about the soft, slippery flesh that gently covered her limb. The feeling was entirely like dipping her fingers into herself when masturbating. Sometimes, she could get herself so wet that her inner flesh seemed flow around her digits… just as the very warm flesh of the Red was easing around her foot and ankle now. She gasped, and drew back in confusion, trying to get control of her senses, but it was too late. Her body was already reacting to the strange sensations. She felt a tightness in her nipples, as well as a growing wetness of her own down in her lap.

“Nooo…” She moaned, denying the racing of her heart that had nothing to do with fear. Again, she reached out and placed her hands against what appeared to be the ‘head’ of the creature, trying to push back against its slow advance. It was impossible, the slug was pure muscle. She could slow its advance a little, but covered in the same thick mucus, her digits merely slid to the sides. An itchy warmth on her palms drew her up short again, and she stared at her hands in confusion.

“Oh… fuck,” she groaned. It was another toxin, but this one was designed to immobilize her in an entirely different way. It was an aphrodisiac, a contact neurotoxin instantly affecting any bare skin it touched. Combined with the weakening anesthetic of the tangle patch, the dual poisons made an incredibly formidable trap. Hold, weaken, arouse, distract… The prey would hardly stand a chance. Carrie decided that it was only the fact that she had been snared by a single tangle, that she was still able to put up any kind of fight at all. But her strength was quickly fading. Her vision swam with dizzy sparks, and her muscles felt weak and slow. Her body seemed impossibly heavy, even as her eyes began to droop.

She put her hands out for a third time to try and stop the slow progress of the creature, watching as her knee disappeared under the slippery mass. She leaned into it, putting all her strength into the effort. As long as she kept up the fight, she could almost stop it, but the beast was infinitely patient. It would wait for her to falter, taking advantage of the slightest opening. Finally, nearly spent, she flopped down on her back again, sobbing. She could feel the slug slowly engulfing her body, centimeter by centimeter, and she could also feel a growing sexual awakening in her middle. Her leg, from her foot to just above her knee tingled with deep, erotic pleasure. If it could enflame her lust simply by covering her extremities, how much more intense would its toxin be when it covered her hips, her breasts, or when it reached in and found…

“Ahh!” She gasped when something wet and warm slithered over her other leg. Distracted, she failed to notice the body of the slug curling around so that it could cover her other, untrapped limb. The flat bottom the Red reached over the top of her shin in a single motion, sucking and pulling at the appendage to draw it under itself. She barely had time to draw in a breath and scream before it had fully trapped both her legs.

It was moving up her thighs, and she vainly put up her hands, resisting yet again. Her efforts had much less of an effect on its slow progress now, and when the head of the creature changed slightly, she had only a split second warning before a small pore opened and a thick light-blue liquid sprayed over her belly, arms, and chest.

Stunned at the feel of the warm fluid slowly dripping down her sides, she just sat there gaping. She hadn’t gotten any on her face, but the sweet-smelling discharge had basically covered her from her nipples to her mons. She knew that the action couldn’t be random, and sure enough, only moments later she started to feel her limbs relaxing.

“Nooo…” she moaned, as first her left, then her right arm gently dropped to her sides as her own weight drew her upper body slowly back down to the mat of green once again. She could barely move her limbs, though she could tell it wasn’t paralysis like the Plapus vine, it was most of her conscious control that was being blocked. Whatever chemical cocktail the Red had just spit all over her, it was designed to leave her nearly helpless, but fully conscious and aware of what she were feeling. The stuff didn’t stop her breathing but it made it very hard for her to willfully control anything below her collar, especially her extremities.

Now, there was absolutely nothing she could do but watch the massive slug as it slowly continued to cover her body. Whimpering in frustration, she sobbed, and cursed the organism until it started to engulf her hips. At that point, she found herself distracted by a feeling other than revulsion as the warm, slippery flesh covered her sex. Her lips parted into a single soft gasp as a wash of pleasure blossomed from her pelvic region.

As she shook in pleasure, she tried to will herself to ignore the sensual torture with only limited success. The slug quietly covered her lower abdomen and then her belly, and with every inch of her that disappeared under the slowly moving wall of warm flesh, that pleasure grew. By the time the slug was just touching the bottoms of her breasts, she was nearly insane with lust. She was so distracted by her own arousal, that at first she failed to notice that the creature was reaching around her body, its slippery form easing under her as it not only dissolved the webs of the tangle patch, but gently started to bring her up into its softer inner tissue. As her breasts were engulfed with a soft slurping sound, a flood of slime flowed around her, coating her completely, right to her chin. She could feel runnels of the viscous liquid dripping from her buttocks as it ran down between her thighs, which she now realized in horror, were being pushed apart even as more of the very warm mass slid down over her apex like a giant, wet tongue. Her head rolled back as she trembled in dizzy euphoria, her body held right at the edge of sexual ecstasy.

Carrie was only partially aware that the back end of the slug was gradually rising upwards as it contracted the sinewy extension of itself it had previously affixed to the ceiling of the cave. Partially aware at least, until runnels of slime started to flow over her face. The thick ooze briefly entered her nostrils, and for a few moments she regained a little focus as a fear of drowning overcame her.

“Noooo!” she wailed in helpless horror. Now completely inverted above the mossy tangle patch, she could feel the slug shifting around her body, twisting and wrapping her into its folds. She shook her head back and forth in denial of what she knew was coming. She had seen the vids. It was her chosen field of study. The Red was preparing to impregnate her.

Unlike other predators, who were mainly interested in the human colonists as a source of possible food, the Octnellian Red Slugs captured other animals for the purpose of procreation. Being hermaphroditic, the Reds placed their egg sacs into the bodies of other animals, and then fertilized them. The host would serve as a shell to both protect and feed the young as they grew to maturity and were then birthed. It was this last step that brought such terror to Carrie’s drugged and aroused mind, for it was not at all uncommon that the host was sacrificed as the squirming hatchlings all tried to exit the body at once, at least in smaller victims. Humans didn’t usually suffer that fate, but it also meant that they could be used in this manner multiple times before they expired out of sheer exhaustion. A Red would force-feed the host, keeping them alive the three full weeks it took to gestate its young. And much of the time, the victim would be kept in a state of nearly constant sexual arousal, ensuring their complacency and total inability to resist or escape.
At any moment, the girl knew that the creature would seal her fate as it began the process of impregnating her. Carrie fully understood from her lessons, that if she were going to get away, it would have to be soon. Once it started inserting its eggs, the pleasure it would force on her would quickly turn her into little more than a drooling, twitching meatsack.

But she was already nearly helpless. Her weakened body was firmly in the grip of the slug’s flesh. Like a giant slimy hand, her limbs and torso were held nearly immobile. She could squirm a bit, but the powerful body of the creature flowed around her, conforming to every curve and crevice. It was also coating her with a thick slime, which no doubt contained additional contact toxins. Her skin felt hot and sensitive, as though she had a slight sunburn. The sensation amplified every tiny motion of the slick muscles that held her, as well as her own struggles, turning them all into a constant, swirling bath of erotic sensuality that only got worse the more she tried to resist it.

Whimpering in frustration and growing sexual arousal, Carrie noticed that the massive gastropod mollusc had started moving rhythmically, languidly undulating its body, and with it, hers. It was a twisting, rolling motion, that caused the creature to slide all around her. The Red had shifted a significant portion of itself between her thighs, its warm, tongue-like form sliding over her apex as they slowly rocked in unison. She could feel it opening her – pressing right into her innermost flower, and she wanted to scream… Instead, she gasped, shuddering against the rush of sexual pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her. Over and over it moved with her, and over her, and in her, gradually easing away her resistance. At some level, Carrie knew that she was being seduced, and that if she gave in, it was over – that she would never pull herself back from such distraction. But there was nothing she could do. She didn’t have the strength to fight, and her will to resist the torturous pleasure was quickly being drowned in her own lust. Already, her body was uncontrollably moving in ways that only added to the slippery sensations instead of lessening them. Even now, her hips were softly humping the liquid softness that cupped and played through her womanhood, and she unconsciously arched her back to push the hard points of her nipples into the smooth muscle, teasing them into pulsing beacons of erotic fire.

The creature’s motion had another, equally frightening effect, in that it seemed to be linked with the slippery excretions that now coated nearly every inch of her body. With each pulsing wave, Carrie could feel the creature releasing more of the slime, almost as though it were salivating over a delicious meal, such that a half dozen runnels now ran down over her face and through her hair. And she could also feel that the Red appeared to be deliberately directing the excess down the V of her thighs, and into her lap, where it was somewhat noisily being forced right into the depths of her open quim. With each slow undulation, she felt more and and more of the organism’s natural lubricants being pumped directly into her body, literally filling her. It was the final preparation before coitis, so she new her time was short, but it took all her will just to keep herself from slipping over the edge into orgasm – something that was made significantly more difficult by the warm stimulants that now filled her to her core.

Carrie was starting to tremble, her heart racing as she waited for what she knew was coming. She tossed her head back and forth, both in denial of her situation, and to clear some of the fog of pleasure that gripped her.

“No… no… no…” she sobbed, helplessly caught in the erotic trap. “Help! P-please!…” Her feeble call for assistance would never be heard of course, but Carrie was out of options, as well as time. The utter helplessness of her situation finally settling over her, the girl gasped at a new touch.

Something more rigid was moving along her upper thigh, and she knew at once what it was. For a few brief seconds, the rush of adrenaline through her body gave her slightly more clarity and she renewed her struggle, such as it was, thrashing and twisting against the powerful muscles that were wrapped all around her. In the end, she only succeeded in sapping the last of her strength, and so was hanging limp when the long penile appendage finally reached its goal and pressed against the open gates of her flower.

The head of the Red’s ovipositor tapped at her folds several times, almost as though it were tasting her, before dipping down and into her in a single, long, slow thrust.

The girl stiffened, and then shuddered into orgasm at once. There, she was held for the entire twenty, long seconds it took for the appendage to reach her depths. Finally, it ceased moving into her, and she was able to abruptly breathe again.

“Gaaaahh! UGHNN!” she gasped for air as the wave of ecstasy finally ebbed over her. Dizzy with pleasure, her body continued to rock and quivver in the aftermath of her moment. Carrie’s mind was still struggling to reconnect to the present, when the Red began to move once again. This time, the effect was instant and devastating. The new motion immediately rekindled the sexual fire in her belly, causing her to cry out in near panic. The ovipositor felt very different within her than a human penis, even without the slippery warm flesh that was wrapped around her naked form like a living blanket of sensuality. Unlike a human’s phallus, the slug’s sexual organ was able to stretch and undulate, moving more like a smaller version of the slug itself than an inflexible male member. It could stiffen, but its shape was far from defined. Carrie could feel it shifting and changing inside her, almost as though it were testing and probing her honey to discover what elicited the greatest arousal in her. Even if the changes were entirely random, they did indeed arouse the young woman, and in ways that she couldn’t have even considered with a human lover. After only a minute or so, the girl could feel a new moment building in her center. Like a slowly coiling serpent, the queasy tensing of her inner muscles was already well under way before she could even formulate a resistance in her mind.

“Ughnnn… n-n-no… UGHMMM… oh god… AHH! AHH!”

Finally, Carrie sensed a subtle change in the movement of the organism around her. It slowed its rhythm, and seemed to hold her a bit more tightly, as though it wanted to be sure she didn’t move. At the same time, the phallus inched even deeper into her tunnel until she knew its tip had to be pressing at her cervix. All at once, the slug seemed to tremble slightly, and she felt a bulge of sorts move quickly down the ovipositor and right into her sex. She was barely able to draw a quick breath of surprise before a new warmth erupted from the end of the alien phallus and sent her crashing into orgasm again.

Her moment was so intense this time, that Carrie lost all track of time. For some unknown period, there was only the pleasure, the racing of her pounding heart, and the unstoppable pumping of her hips as she came. She was utterly taken by the animalistic part of her brain, and it was only the feel of the oozing runnels of slime dripping from her face that brought her back out of her deep sexual haze.

Coughing to clear away some of the thick mucus, Carrie moaned and then started sobbing. It was hopeless. She couldn’t escape, and no one would ever find her, even if they realized she was missing. She felt so tired – her body driven to limp exhaustion by the torturous pleasure that was even now mocking her as it quietly built anew in her abdomen.

But there was something else bothering her there… A new sensation that felt completely wrong. She puzzled over the odd tingling below her navel until the slug shifted itself slightly and the ovipositor appendage seemed to elongate and reach even deeper into her. All at once she knew, and burst into tears, tossing her head back and forth in denial.

“No… no… no…”

But she understood what she was feeling now. Something had caused her cervical canal to loosen and dilate enough for the Red’s phallic member to reach through into her uterus. It was probably some mix of lubricants and pheromones ejaculated by the creature during her last heaving orgasm, the specific method being irrelevant. What mattered was that there was now nothing to stop the Octnellian Red Slug from impregnating her with its eggs, and right on cue, she felt the massive gastropod shiver around her again, just as it had the last time. Only now, there was clearly something else making its way down the long phallic tube.

She could feel them… each little bump about the size of a grape, slowly inching down the long ovipositor. She felt them along her thigh, and a new kind of fear gripped her. This was it. She was about to become host to an alien organism’s offspring. The very idea so frightened her, that she was literally paralyzed, barely able to breathe. And worse, was her absolute inability to do anything about it. The creature had so thoroughly drugged and exhausted her, that she wouldn’t have been able to resist even if the slug completely released her body from its fateful grip. She could do nothing but hang there inverted, wrapped in its fleshy body and wait to be impregnated. When the first bulge reached the gates of her flower, she gasped and held her breath as the small round object paused against the slight resistance there.

But then, with a soft rush, it slipped past that barrier and continued inside her. Shaking her head again, Carrie could sense it traveling deeper and deeper within the living tube that led into her womb. It was such a strange feeling, and not at all what she expected. Her breathing became little more than short panting, and she cursed herself for the quickly rising sexual arousal that was yet again growing in her middle. The sensations may have been unusual, but she couldn’t deny that they were also powerfully erotic, even if she didn’t want them to be. She could hear the pitch of her own soft cries slowly rising as she was drawn inexorably towards her moment, shocked that she could be stimulated so quickly, even though she hadn’t even recovered yet from her last orgasm. Confusion and panic took hold of her as the egg bulge finally reached the more constricted resistance of her cervical canal. Even dilated, the creature’s seed had to be forced through the recently opened channel. She could feel the bulge stop for a moment as the pressure built behind it, the tube itself squeezing and undulating to push the egg onward. Pleasure, like a tingling heat, was also building in her loins, and Carrie realized that the insertion of the egg, and her coming orgasm, were somehow linked.

“Ahh… ahh… ahh!… ahh!… AHH!… AHH! AHH! AHHHH! UGHNNN!!”

<Foop!> Suddenly, the little bulge rushed forward and popped from the end of the ovipositor into her womb, along with a fair quantity of very warm liquid behind it. At the exact same moment, the girl jerked once as her whole body tensed into impossible ecstasy. Her hands clenched into balls, and her body trembled within the flesh of the giant slug, which shuddered in its own form of bliss.

Carrie’s mind was still reeling from the sexual onslaught, when there was a second building pressure at her cervical entrance. She barely had time to suck in a breath before the little round ball was slipped forward, instantly launching her into a repeat of the orgasm she had just endured.

And when that one was settled inside her abdomen, there was yet another waiting behind it, and another… and another. The young woman lost count after the first three, however, as her mind simply kept on coming, dropping into a nearly constant state of timeless euphoria until all thirteen of the small orbs had been settled neatly in her womb.

Only then, with her lids still fluttering in semi-conscious rapture, did she have any thought for the world around her. Limp within the cocoon of warm flesh, her body occasionally trembled. But there was no resistance at all when a second smaller tube of living tissue crawled over her face and pushed past her panting lips. Her tongue tasted something sweet like honey, and the human female instinctively swallowed. A moment later, the tendril of flesh moved quickly into her throat slipping past the sphincter in the girl’s esophagus that tried to stop the invading organism to no avail. After a brief rush of panic that she were suffocating, Carrie’s body relaxed once again, accepting the feeding tube without further resistance.

Back in her lap, the ovipositor withdrew from her womb, and most of the way from her depths, but stayed a few inches within her as it changed shape and lightly settled as soft mat of liquid smooth flesh over her womanhood. There, it moved in slow waves, lightly playing within her most sensitive region, stroking and teasing her, both inside and out. In this manner, it kept its host in a constant state of distracting pleasure as the eggs it had deposited slowly matured over the next twenty-one days…