The Darkness Below chapter 1: Nua

The Darkness Below chapter 1: Nua

(Female Human x Mimic. Non-con(?), vore, tentacle pit, bad end(?).) (The story so far: A young druid feels something amiss in his domain communing with nature and recruits four other adventurers to assist him deal with the problem. After days of travel, the party of adventurers reaches old ruins deep in the forest where the deal with a group of goblins. After a quick exploration leaving them no more advanced as to what exactly the problem could be, the group decides to make camp in one of the more intact rooms, wearied by their travels and their battle with the goblins. After suggesting keeping someone on guard despite the sorceress’ protective magicks warding them; Nua, the rogue, takes the first guard.) Nua didn’t have to wait for long. Kalhan, a seasoned adventurer that knew to take whatever rest he could whenever he could, was asleep seconds after slipping into his bedroll. And both other women were exhausted enough that neither of them needed a lullaby to fall asleep in short order. That left the druid, but while he’d chosen to sit with his back propped up against the creeper vines growing along the wall instead of lying down, he was clearly fast asleep as well. Goody. Once she was sure they were all four asleep, she silently padded away from their camp to the place where she ‘heard a sound’ earlier and uncovered a lightstone. Set in a wooden wand, the magically charged gem would shine light like a torch when the cap was taken off. It was one of the cheapest and most readily available magicks but it was immensely useful, especially in her profession. Let’s see here… Yes, she’d been right. There was a secret passage hidden in the wall, just like she’d thought. The subtly different arrangement of stones clearly indicated the presence of a mechanism that allowed part of the wall to move to those who knew what to look out for. And none of the other idiots had picked up on it, or on her momentary lapse when she’d realized it. Snooty, stuck-up and blind; all three of them. Even the druid, for all his glibness of tongue, hadn’t realized it wasn’t noise that had made her stop. As she’d thought, he’d make a good diplomat… but not a good con man. Meticulously, she checked over the whole surface and was finally rewarded when she found a trigger stone that could be depressed. Gingerly and wary of traps, she backed away, using a length of wood to activate the mechanism. Her worries seemed vain when nothing more sinister happened than a section of wall pivoting inward with a soft grinding sound. Still wary, she approached the revealed passage. A glance at the intricate counterweights mechanism and she concluded the secret door could be easily opened from the inside. Slipping in, she allowed it to close once more behind her. Whatever happened, she wouldn’t be disturbed as she explored. With a bit of luck, this was the entrance to the tunnels they’d been searching for, but she wanted to have a quick look all by herself first. Her altruism only went that far. If there was something valuable in here, she didn’t intend to share beyond with Kalhan. And perhaps even then… The barbarian was nice to have at her side in a fight and she considered him a true friend. But experience had taught her long ago she better watch out for herself first and foremost. What he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him. Licking her lips, she shone the light of her torch toward the back of the small tunnel. It looked like it had once been a secret exit for the occupants of the building. But that tunnel had collapsed long ago, leaving only a stump and two openings toward small side rooms relatively intact. Cautiously, she neared the left alcove, but it turned out to be a bust. She could see it had been a small food reserve once, but the contents had long since been eaten by rats or other small scavengers. There was nothing valuable or even usable left, and Nua let out a soft sigh of disappointment. The second room looked already more promising at first glance when she shone light inside. That one had clearly been used as a reserve for materiel. While time had rendered a lot of it useless as well, two items immediately caught her attention. A wooden rack holding weapons whose steel glistened feebly in the light of her torch and a huge, sturdy, intact-looking chest against the back wall. Yes, there definitely might be things worth salvaging in this room and turn this whole expedition from a pointless waste of time (dead goblins notwithstanding) into something more productive. Not that she disliked the druid, hell; she really owed him a big time for saving their lives by shooing those owlbears away. But while she would see his problem through to the end, the rogue’s gratitude didn’t extend to valuables. On top of that she’d been made feeling singularly useless on this trip by the three magic-users. Some valuable loot in her pockets would make bearing the sorceress’ smug superiority and the warrior-mage’s cold shoulder that more easy to bear. Warily, she entered the small room. She didn’t expect any traps, but being paranoid cautious was second nature to her after a lifetime of ‘acquiring’ what she needed to survive. Still, nothing happened as she neared the weapon rack. Quickly, she looked over the presented blades, and she saw that while the scabbards and leather bindings around the hilts had disappeared, the weapons themselves were still usable. Kneeling, she spend a few moments picking up all the fittings from the now gone scabbards after seeing they were made of silver and gold and securing them away. Not a lot of value, but those would definitely bring up some money and her morale buoyed. Once she was done, she looked the weapons over with an appraising eye. Unadorned but of superior facture, they would definitely be worth a nice sum… If she could find a way to drag them out of here discreetly, which she doubted. She could always come back with Kalhan once they were done, but that might look suspicious. No, she’d better limit herself to what she could easily carry and hide on her person, like she’d always done. She only picked up the nicest weapon of the whole lot, a dagger with gilded pommel and shining blade. Great care had gone into its manufacture, for the blade was polished and reflected like a mirror. Silver worked in the steel, she realized as she caught a glimpse of her reflection, green eyes looking back at her from her freckled visage beneath an unruly crop of flaming hair. She shivered at her own sight. Her red hair had been the cause of so many unwanted attentions in her life. Way too distinctive in a con or theft and it attracted the wrong kind of attention, especially when the small body beneath it was female and nice enough… Shaking her bad memories away, Nua came back to the present. Those days were over, and good riddance! No need to rub soot in her hair or bind her chest to change her appearance anymore, no need to crawl through gutters and hide in refuse dumps to avoid trouble. She’d left that life behind after meeting Kalhan. She helped him keep his rage in check; he gave her a façade of respectability. Even if adventurers weren’t exactly the cream of the crop of society, it was at least one hell of a step up in life for her. Back to business. Silver in the steel meant a blade forged to be used against the undead and were-creatures. She’d only need to bind the hilt anew to fence that for some good coin, and it was light enough to carry easily and hide in her backpack. More easy money, just the way she liked it. After that she gave the rest of the room a quick scan, but the materiel it once held was long gone. Ropes, boots and clothes had been eaten by rats, what tatters remained just so much useless junk. The only thing readily salvageable would be an old grappling hook, but it was too heavy and cumbersome to take with her. Lastly, she turned to the most promising item of the lot. The thick chest looked ancient and nondescript, but it was still intact and sturdy even after all these years. The fittings were dulled but there was no damage to be seen, no loosening of the iron around the wooden structure. The lid had been fitted with great precision and the latch was held tightly closed by an intricate lock. Nua admired the superior craftsmanship that had gone into its construction. Yes, this was the kind of chest where people stowed valuable things away from prying eyes. Licking her lips, Nua put down her backpack and fastened her torch with a headband to get both hands free and gave the chest a detailed look around. It was big, big enough to hide in. Lots of loot in that one if it was filled with valuables. She’d never be able to take everything, but she’d have first pick and one free share of the contents. On the other hand, it was also big enough to easily house a couple of nasty deadly surprises for any who thought about helping themselves to whatever was inside. And it looked intact enough that any trap would have remained intact as well. She carefully checked the fittings, wary for any that would camouflage a spring trap. Only when she was sure there was no nasty surprise waiting did she squat in front of the chest and pulled out her lockpicks. The lock was unlike any she’d ever encountered, the parts of the mechanism inside moving without perceptible rhyme or reason, almost at random under her tools’ delicate probing. Still, she neither panicked nor let her growing frustration get the better of her. ‘It probably needs an enchanted key.’ She mused as she deftly juggled with three of the picks and nimbly adding a fourth. ‘But I think I can… Here we go!’ Elation filled her as her tools found purchase and she heard a soft clicking sound. With almost indecent haste, she dropped the thin lengths of metal and pushed the lid open. Nua blinked. Far from containing gold or other valuables, the inside of the chest looked like it was filled with what appeared to be coils of quivering dark pink flesh. What the hell? After a lifetime of getting in and out of trouble, her instincts made her react before conscious thought could. Uncoiling her legs, she kicked away from the chest-thing, or at least, she tried to. For some reason, her hands were firmly stuck to where they touched the strange creature. Pain lanced her as she almost pulled both her shoulders out of their sockets freeing her arms from the creature’s grip and she crashed to the ground in front of the thing. Mewling in surprise and pain, Nua rolled on her back and tried to squirm further away from whatever the thing was. Her legs scrabbled for purchase, but both her shoulders lancing her with pain made her movement uncoherent and she could do nothing to prevent a thick tongue-like tendril emerging from the ‘chest’s’ open maw to swiftly coil around her ankle. ‘Oh no!’ The rogue panicked. ‘Oh, no, no, no, no… Gods, no, have mercy!’ A Mimic, the realization suddenly hit her as panic turned to dread. Oh, Gods, no. No! That thing was a Mimic. She’d heard the stories about these creatures; of how they were magical predators that could lie in wait with fiendish patience, taking the appearance of a mundane item in order to lure prey into interacting with them. She had always dismissed those stories as tall tales to scare people off. But now, looking at the thing as it shapeshifted, she realized the stories were true. The lid of the ‘chest’ opened further until it was nearly vertical, and Nua found she had a very clear view of the rest of the creature. It was a glistening sack of flesh and sinew within, with an abundance of smaller nubs and tendrils that twisted and coiled in a grotesque dance. Terror and despair granting her strength, Nua scrambled away from the creature forcing her painful arms into motion, lunging for the door opening, clumsily hooking her arms around the jamb and pulling with all her strength. But it was pointless. The shapeshifter had gotten a good grip on her luring her in, and it was immensely stronger than her. The tendril around her leg didn’t let go, merely slipping further up her leg and locking her in. No matter how hard she pulled, she simply couldn’t get away nor even stand up anymore. “Help! Kalhan! Anyone! Oh, Gods, please help!” Absolute terror gripped at Nua’s mind as she vainly struggled against the creature’s unrelenting iron grip. “Gods please no, not this! Not being eaten alive!” But her pleading went unanswered. The creature simply kept pulling on her leg until her grasp on the doorjamb faltered and she was slowly pulled back a fraction toward the creature’s body. “NOOOOO!” Nua screamed as the tongue reeled her in like a fish, pulling her toward the thing’s gaping maw. With her still free leg, Nua kicked frantically at the creature’s body in an effort to make it let go, but she only managed to get her other leg trapped in the process as the lid closed over her feet. “AHH! NOO! HELP! Someone, please! HELP!”Nua screamed as she fought to hold on to her handhold. She tried to roll her body over so she could better pull herself up and possibly out but found that the mouth of the creature resisted her and held her in place. With a slurp, she felt first her left, then her right boot slide off her feet. Then she felt the first swirling tendrils within the creature itself. She gasped at the liquid warmth that immediately engulfed her exposed flesh. Like warm, slippery-wet fingers, hundreds of slow moving tentacles were gradually wrapping around her legs out of view. Contrarily to what she expected, there wasn’t any pain. No teeth chomping on her feet, no burning sensation attacking her skin; only many internal tendrils reaching up her legs, wrapping around her thighs in an effort to draw her further in. She could feel the creature squeezing and sucking at her body as though it were trying to swallow a meal. Which in a way, it was. “Nooo… HELP!” Yelling for help probably wouldn’t do her any good, but it was all she had. Her hands were tiring and it frightened her because she could feel the tendrils were reaching further up her legs. The thick ‘tongue’ that had tripped her was gone, but it was replaced by dozens of much smaller ones emerging from the ‘chest’, probing and coiling around her; all the while pulling her in. Down lower, she was gradually stripped, replacing her clothing were a hundred slippery limbs that wound around her legs as they traveled inch-by-inch upward her body. For some unfathomable reason, the creature wasn’t interested in her gear as she saw pieces of leather, cloth and the odd metallic item being spat out again. The sight might have been comical if her situation hadn’t been so dire. Her grip on the doorjamb was failing fast and she was now holding only by her hands. Pain lanced her shoulders and she gritted her teeth as she focused desperately on not letting go. When she opened her eyes again, Nua moaned in fear and terror. Her body had now disappeared up to her waist in the soft, sucking creature that was even now stretching and undulating in an effort to suck her within itself. Tendrils reached up and wound around her breasts and neck, others gently encircling her head, blocking her last view of the world. Unable to resist the relentless pull anymore, Nua’s fingers gave way and she cried out for the last time as her grip finally faltered. With a single great convulsion the creature swallowed her entirely, and with a final wet slurp her body slid downward out of sight. Nua found herself completely encased in warm flesh that constrained her every vain twitch and squirm. All around her, the flesh of the Mimic was moving and shifting as it hungrily reached around her body, securing her in place no matter how hard she bucked and thrashed. Unable to hold her breath any longer she opened her mouth, only to get a mouthful of the sticky mucus coating the creature’s interior, a bittersweet taste spreading through her mouth. Darkness clung at her vision and she almost passed out before sweet, sweet air filled her lungs once more. “Mmhf! Mmhf!” She could somehow breathe past the lump in her mouth. It was impossible, but she could breathe through the thick fleshy gag filling her mouth, as inconceivable as it sounded. That was it for the good news, though. Nua could do nothing but vainly strain and tense, completely unable to escape the fleshy vice holding her whole body trapped. There was nothing she could do. She was trapped inside a living cage of flesh, bound naked, stripped of her gear and utterly helpless. No one would be coming to her rescue. Her companions wouldn’t realize she was missing for hours. And even once her friends they did, they wouldn’t know where to look. Enclosed within a Mimic behind a secret passage none of them could see, no one would hear her desperate whimpers for help. The creature’s rythmical movement pressing down on her body seemingly at random only heightened her terror. Eventually she stopped struggling. It was pointless. There was no pain, and the fact the creature allowed her to breathe meant it didn’t wanted her dead right there and then, but why? What did it want? As if waiting for her struggling to subside, tendrils and tentacle-like appendages started to slither over her. They slid and prodded and tentatively explored her body as the sinewy flesh of the Mimic shifted and wound around her body, slowly moving her. It was as if dozens of hands were crawling all over her body at once; touching, kneading, pinching everywhere at the same time. “Mmh! Mmh!” Nua twitched, vainly trying to make it stop. Far from letting up, though, the creature started to insist stimulating what spots on her body it found that made her react. The feather-light brush of ‘fingers’ playing with one of her nipple turned to a ‘hand’ gently pinching and pulling. Thinner little tendrils wrapped lightly around the rosy nub of flesh, tugging and kneading the hardening peak. “Mmmh… MMHHH!” Nua gasped as a wave of pleasure fanned out from her chest, sparks kindling into a blaze of erotic pleasure. Stunned, she finally realized at once that the Mimic had formed that appendage with the full intent of using it to arouse her. It wanted to have sex with her? Really? Sure enough, before she had even had a chance to adjust to the pleasure at her left breast, the right one became assaulted in a similar way. “Mmmmmmh!” Nua moaned, her body quivering in near ecstasy. Deep down, she knew this was bad despite how amazingly good it felt. Monsters weren’t into friendly recreational sex. If the Mimic was trying to get her off then it had a reason for doing so, one she’d rather not learn. She once more strained and struggled, tossing her head back and forth to clear some of the arousal that was threatening to overwhelm her. But it didn’t matter. It wasn’t working. She was helpless, completely and utterly helpless to stop the creature from playing with her body and lavish pleasure upon it. The twin tentacles at her chest continued to play with her nipples, teasing and exciting her despite her squirming. The Mimic was surprisingly good at arousing her. It probably could have managed to get her off by toying with her breasts only. But the Mimic didn’t want that just yet. A subtle change in the pressure along her legs caught her attention. The slithering coils around her legs delicately pulled them apart before another tendril inserted itself between them. It felt like a hand slowly creeping along her inner thighs, if a hand could sport dozens of short tendrils all twisting and writhing in what seemed like frenzied anticipation. “Mmmmh… Mmmmmh!” Nua groaned as she felt the writhing mass creep closer and closer until the first few tendrils were just grazing the edges of her sex. And there it paused. A long, agonizing moment before it lowered once again ,disappearing and leaving her to focus upon the slithering tendrils around her breasts. Frustration made Nua whimper. ‘Just get it over with, dammit!’ She thought as the ‘hand’ reappeared between her legs, once again inching closer and closer to her crotch with infuriating slowness. It only moved fractionally closer, so that the longest of the tendrils could barely tickle the length of her lips. The Mimic was clever and backed off whenever it could sense she was close. It did this again and again, each time making her just a tiny bit more desperate for release. Nua’s arousal was agonizing. It was another ten minutes of teasing before the hand inched even closer and her womanhood was bathed in the light caresses of two dozen or more of the thin fingers, each just delicately brushing against her. Some slipped right through her center, playfully opening her so that others could touch her more intimately before moving on. Nua was shaking with need, absolutely desperate for a release she was utterly impossible to achieve. It was a maddening sexual torture and before long, she was bucking against the creature’s gentle, merciless grip. She was completely at the mercy of the Mimic’s cruel foreplay and it seemed to derive a sadistic pleasure of its own to deny her and deny her again, driving her completely and utterly crazy... Finally, when she was literally sobbing in frustration, it happened. With a quick rush, the ‘hand’ eventually moved all the way up between her legs and settled right onto her sex. The tendrils were suddenly everywhere; slipping between her folds and pressing right inside her while at the same time prodding at her clitoris and teasing the entrance of her pucker. They opened her, gripped her clenched her spread her and sucked at her in ways that all together pushed her hard over the edge into bliss. “AHHHHHMMMHHH!!” she screamed, her whole body tensing in orgasm. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. She was simply drowned by the impossible pleasure that seemed to go on and on without pause. Far from relenting, the Mimic continued to assault her most sensitive places even while she came, drawing her climax out with the same fiendish patience as it had teased her. Nua nearly pulled her own arm out of its socket trashing against the unyielding fleshy vice holding her as she vainly tried to escape the unrelenting onslaught that wracked her overstimulated body. It was many long minutes of excruciating bliss before the creature finally backed off to let her come down from her high. With her chest heaving and her whole body still trembling in shock at what she had just experienced, Nua moaned and whimpered. She still had no idea why it was doing this. Was it some form of spicing up its meal? She had to escape that perverted monster somehow, before she lost her mind entirely. Despair rose in her mind as pleasure left. Her gear was gone. Her friends would never find her. Struggling did nothing but tire her physically. She was trapped tight and held completely open to the whims of a creature that was quite good at arousing her. She was completely helpless and done for. Yet her captor wasn’t done with her yet. Soon enough, the tentacles playing with her breasts renewed their attention to her nipples. They had never fully stopped their slow kneading, but their assault intensified once again. Likewise, the ‘hand’ of tendrils between her legs started creeping in once again, gently sliding over her sex. The Mimic was clever. Nua might have grown numb to a continuous assault, so it had given her pause and allowed her to recover so that she could be teased into a higher state of arousal again. As before the Mimic started with the lightest of touches, tendrils just slipping over her folds. Only this time her resistance was collapsing much more quickly, it was more than enough to drive her crazy. The gentle proceedings bypassed her protesting conscious mind and appealed to her most primal instincts directly. The thin tendrils, while extremely gentle, were a little bolder than the first time. Some held her flower open while others reached within her and slowly teased at the inside of her tunnel, languidly sliding in and out of her body independently of one another. There wasn’t a single moment when she wasn’t being penetrated by the slippery fingers and she was a lot more sensitive now, so every tiny caress caused her to jump and twitch. “Mmh…” She moaned, her body already straining to pull away from the erotic torture. “Mmmmhhh!” Shivering in rising pleasure, she railed vainly. Fuck that felt good… Far too good! “MMH!” Her body was reacting too quickly .Nua could feel herself nearing her moment but just when she thought she was going to come, the tendrils playing within her slowed. “MMMMH!” she tried to scream around her fleshy gag. The creature was smart. It was teasing her again. It seemed to enjoy drawing out her pleasure slowly. Its new pace was agonizing, building her arousal tiny bit by tiny bit until she was trembling with need, every muscle in her body tensing and straining. The creature had hardly been working on her for mere minutes and she was already a shaking wreck again. The fiend had taken her right to the edge and was holding her there, just on the cusp of reaching another orgasm that it sadistically kept just out of her reach. She moaned. She shivered. She quaked. She tried moving her hips and strained against the fleshy prison sheathing her body. But it was all in vain. On and on, the Mimic teased her and teased her, the small tendrils keeping up their slow dance between her legs as they delicately prodded, caressed, slid and teased… Finally unable to take it any longer, she thrashed her head, bucked and screamed at the Mimic to just take her… to let her come. She wordlessly begged it to fuck her. She couldn’t stand the thin tendrils anymore, and started to envision her body being filled and ravished by something bigger. She need to feel it within her, to be filled to overflowing with hard warmth. But just like her former attempts at resisting, the Mimic ignored her pleading entirely. It merely continued to work her slowly for long minutes, until her eyes started to glaze over and her mind drifted toward unconsciousness. Then and only then did it strike. In a rapid motion, the Mimic extended itself right to her deepest core. A half dozen tendrils slipped around her clitoris while the rest of the mass abruptly settled inside her where the many tendrils continued to twist and writhe around each other in a wild dance. Nua immediately climaxed, hard; her whole body tensing to breaking point as she was overwhelmed by the sudden brutal increase in stimulation. Her eyes rolled in her sockets as the Mimic unrelentingly fought against her clenching folds, drowning her in orgasmic bliss for so long that when she finally came down from her rush, the rogue went completely limp. It was long minutes more before she could tentatively focus on her situation again, and Nua just panted, trying to catch her breath. She just couldn’t seem to resist what the Mimic was doing to her. Her muscles were spent, her strength gone. If the creature opened up and released her right then, she wouldn’t have had the remaining energy to pull herself out of the fleshy trap and escape. She couldn’t take any more of this… She moaned in dread when she felt the slippery flesh starting to shift again. Right on cue, the fine tendrils previously playing her nipples fanned out and covered her breasts completely. An exquisite pleasure blossomed at her chest once more whether she wanted it or not and she involuntarily arched her back. At her hips, more tendrils were reaching in over her pelvis, tickling and tantalizing her, and between her legs, she started to feel a light touch at her rear as a new tendril began to explore that sphincter. Her mouth fell open. “Mmmmh…” she vainly protested as she fully understood what was about to happen to her. She recognized this. She’d wanted to try this but never dared to. “Mmmmh! MMMMH!” Fear and excitement warred in her mind as the tendril working at her rear wriggled until it gently pushed past the tight ring of her anus. There was nothing she could do except take it. The slippery worm-like appendage eased itself into her, slowly reaching deep within her. And it wasn’t alone… In front of her, the mass of tendrils was changing shape again. Instead of a vague hand shape sporting too many finger-tendrils, the protrusion prodding against her thigh was thickening and coalescing. Nua soon realized it was taking the shape of a phallic member; a long and thick rod of taut, hard flesh to complement the one stirring her back. The mock-penis felt quite large, too big for the petite rogue. It felt rougher than the real thing as it slid against her leg, rows of pronounced nubs running its entire length. The rogue couldn’t fathom what having it buried within her would feel like, her fevered imagination making her folds clench with anticipation. She doubted she’d have to wait long to find out… Soon enough, the Mimic brought the tip of the tentacle-penis right up against her slit. She expected it to simply plunge forward into her body but to her surprise, it started teasing her once more. The creature let the bulbous end glide slowly against her folds, moving up and down in a slow pattern and pressing along the whole length of her slick petals. The thick appendage spread her open in a tantalizing way that had her whimpering with need almost at once, a sensation heightened by the hard nubs gently grinding atop her hood. The wonderful sexual torment went on and on until she was beginning to think the Mimic had chosen to merely drive her insane again. Only after another interminable teasing session leaving her a panting and palpitating mess did she felt it stop directly before her center. She held her breath when the smooth head inched very slowly forward with gradually increasing pressure, but released it again with a loud moan of pleasure when the bulbous tip slid past her tight entrance with a slick pop… and then stilled once again. “MMMH!” Nua moaned with helpless franticness. “ Mh! MMHHH…. UUUUMH!!!” She felt the tense queasiness in her belly that signaled she was very close and she squirmed and shuddered, begging for the creature to come deeper within her, clenching her pelvic muscles in an involuntary effort to achieve orgasm. Of course, the fiendish Mimic wasn’t about to rush things. On and on it waited, teasing her tired body into exhaustion and complete surrender. Only when her whole body was quaking uncontrollably in erotic agony did the hard shaft drive forward, slipping deep into her fold in one long thrusting motion and finally, *finally* fill her like she craved. “UGHNN!! MMMHHHHH! UMMMHNN… MMMGHHHHNN!!” Tiny stars of brilliant color exploded and died away behind Nua’s eyelids as another massive orgasm racked her body again. Combined with the penetration of her other hole, as well as the erotic torture at her chest, the rogue was overwhelmed with pleasure and she very nearly blacked out. Her irresponsive body could hardly do more than shiver as she was taken and it felt as the blissful torture lasted for hours and hours before she was able to refocus. “Mmmmh!” she whimpered as she slowly came down from the explosion of ecstasy. She realized her ordeal was far from over yet. A small, distant part of her wondered what her tormentor was waiting for, as the strange phallic member was still buried within her, unmoving. She couldn’t take any more of this, she thought once more. And once more, her tormentor proved her wrong. After granting her a moment to recover the Mimic gently eased its mock penis almost entirely out of her body. Even this slow motion was enough to cause the rogue to cry out, gasping in nearly overwhelming pleasure. It was the little nubs. The subtle additions seemed perfectly positioned to lightly brush her clitoris as the thick rod moved in or out of her. Slow pace or not, the effect was irresistible. “Mmmmmh!” she moaned as the stiff member thrust forward again. Nua’s world tumbled as it was once again reduced to her own helpless body, the unmovable vice that gripped it and the huge, rigid and knobbed piece of flesh that so pleasurably intruded. “Ughnn… mmh Ammmh… Nmmmh…” She could do nothing to stop or even slow the quickly rising pleasure, nor did she longer wanted to. The nubs hitting her most sensitive spot in rapid succession as well as the deeply satisfying motion finally sent her into yet another violent and devastating orgasm. Lost to time, she was hardly aware that the creature continued to fuck her with long, slow strokes as agony and ecstasy flowed into one another and became undissociable, the Mimics’s unrelenting rhythm not giving her any time to recover. When she was at last able to come down enough to grasp her situation again, many minutes later, the Mimic hadn’t stopped fucking her. Its methodical pistoning of her quim was no less stimulating, and it wouldn’t be long at all before it forced her back into unconscious ecstasy again. There was simply no resisting anymore. But the fiendish shapeshifter had one last surprise for her. The grip around her thighs and hips were shifting her forward and back, moving her entire lower body in a deep and slippery erotic undulation that helped drive the phallus into her and made it feel like she was the one doing the fucking. The body of the creature rhythmically contracted and loosened around her, wave after wave of deep full-body massage crawling from her feet to her head and enhancing her pleasure even further as it pistoned in and out of her harder and harder. “Ughnn… Ughnn! UGHNN! UGHNN!” The constant rhythm of intercourse was taking its toll, and her belly was starting to coil up. The strokes were deepening, the Mimic’s phallus thrusting further than it ever had. Her eyes wide in blissful shock, Nua came harder than she ever had in her life, an orgasm which went on and on, and on, and on… An endless collapse, a monstrous euphoria that she couldn't escape from. That she didn’t want to escape from. It was only after her body had become completely irresponsive that the Mimic finally and mercifully stopped abusing her. The creature became completely immobile, a tight sheath of comfortable softness and warmth wrapped snugly around her, enveloping her, cocooning her. The phallus and mass of tiny tendrils that had so tortured her were gone, but she could still feel them, or rather the after-effects of their presence. Her body was shaking and trembling inside as her high-strung nerves kept on singing, the fire raging through her forcibly held immobile body even slower to die out. After what seemed like hours winding down, though, exhaustion followed the excruciating bliss of overstimulation and she lost consciousness once again. But this time there was no fear, no panic, no vain struggle. She no longer wanted to struggle. There was no need to struggle. This felt so warm, so nice, so safe… It could be a figment of her dissolving mind, but she had the distinct impression she could hear a deep, gravelly voice softly soothe her and lull her to sleep. “Good girl!” It was rumbling to her. “You’re mine, human! Mine!”