Endothiratic Ch 04

All chapters made with the help of my coauthor, "u/justcuz2134"!

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The sound of labored breathing was all that filled the air of Veronica Nevin's kitchen. Her brain was mush, her higher cognitive thinking turned off from the sheer pleasure forced upon her earlier. Drool steadily oozed its way out of her gaping mouth, gathering together into a small pool of saliva on the ground.

Her

everything

was on autopilot, such as her breathing, her pussy clenching against a nonexistent tentacle; and when a stray piece of particle debris from the air fell lightly from above and landed on her eyelash, it irritated the young woman enough that Veronica blinked once, twice, three times manually and then--

A sudden intake of breath as she "rebooted" as it were, but it was interrupted by something constricting her throat?

She grasped her neck and found something was encircling it. Something leathery...? No no, it was velvet...?

It was a mixture of the two (somehow?), and judging by the thickness of it and its width...it was choker. Why was she wearing a choker...

It took Veronica a few seconds to remember what had happened, but when she did--?

She was at the office wearing the most comfortable clothes ever, then her brain got fuzzy...before it picked up once again in the bathroom, being "protected" (or maybe the word "hoard" would be better apt?) from a pervert. She

was

appreciative of

The Creature

, a tentacle thingie, but that all fell apart once they went to her inherited home and she offered a kiss of all things to

The Creature

and--

But when she did remember she took in a sharp breath of semi-stale air, her mental fortitude falling apart like a house of cards, like a rock thrown at a house of glass, like a lit flame near a house made of paper.

And just like a lit flame near a house made of paper, the flames steadily grew stronger and stronger and more uncontrollable, and Veronica's tears grew more and more numerous and uncontrollable. She had been

raped

by a creature that she scarcely knew about and understood, the few things she did know was that it was a creature that was vastly stronger than her, had the ability to transmit emotions, and had transformative properties, seeing as how it was hiding as...her...clothes?

Stubborn human determination filled her, Veronica's eyes steeling, her jaw tightening, but nonetheless her palms getting sweaty as she rationalized and analyzed her situation.

She was facedown with her considerable fatty ass in the air, fluids covering all over her and leaking out most prominently from her drenched pussy, especially a milky white fluid gathering on the floor that was not inconsiderably small. The kitchen reeked of sex, specifically Veronica's own. The clothes on her body were oddly--no, scratch that, they were dry as if they came out of the dryer, incongruent to her peculiar situation. And not to forget the choker on her neck, an unknown color and design due to how close it clung to her bare skin.

Veronica took a deep breath and knew she had one shot, or rather one opportunity, to free herself from this

Creature

.

"Fuck this," Veronica eloquently summed up as she stood up on jelly legs, bracing her body against the table that held so many memories of her semi-troubled youth. Once her legs stopped shaking so violently Veronica nabbed a garbage bag from the lower cabinet next to the kitchen sink. Opening it with the power of air pressure, she stumbled her way to the living room, stripping off her halter top and throwing it inside the bag. She repeated the process with the rest of her clothes, though she was careful not to rip them or stretch them obscenely lest Veronica unfortunately woke

The Creature

.

Once she was stark naked she tied the bag and threw

The Monster

-bag into her room, inadvertently landing on the center of her bed, before closing the door behind her. Now safe(r), Veronica went to the bathroom and looked herself in the mirror. She looked like she got fucked silly, dried sweat, saliva, and

fluids

covering all over her body. Her reflection looked depressed, suicidal, but determined to stubbornly struggle for freedom, damned the consequences of that

Thing

. The forced-upon-her choker was midnight black and simple in design, having a glossy reflective sheen to it that seemed to absorb--or rather distort--the light that touched it.

Veronica immediately tried feeling it up to see where the seam was, but there wasn't one. She tried to tug it off but there was barely any pull, barely any leeway, and barely any hope for escape. That's when she got desperate and stalked over quickly but as silently as possible to the living room table drawer and pulled out her hopeful savior:

The box cutter.

Normally used for cutting open the packages she ordered semi-weekly online, it was now being held close to

The Creature's

choker around her neck. The utility knife's trapezoid blade was lightly rusted while the exterior was of a navy blue color, one of the last gifts from her gone-without-a-trace father. Her hand trembled lightly before Veronica reminded herself that she could do this, she could save herself.

As soon as the blade was within an inch of the choker a thin tentacle sprouted out of the back of it and wrapped around the dangerous weapon (to itself that is). Veronica knew it would be fruitless but she kept her grasp on the box cutter and struggled to keep it, simultaneously pulling it back to her tightly but being utterly scared to nick herself in the slightest.

The two beings grappled for a while until

The Creature

overpowered after a few seconds, seemingly getting annoyed by her escape attempt. It wrestled the box cutter out of her hand and then threw it out the open window nearest to them, landing on the untrimmed grass outside near the worn and heavily used driveway.

"Oh G-God..." Veronica said with a tremble as she tried to catch her breath from the exertion she just did. She realized she was screwed as that...

Thing

was awake and had to have realized she was trying to get rid of it.

The tentacle poked her to rouse its unwilling host of her stupor. It then...pointed in the direction of Veronica's room and a feeling of foreign obedience filled her very being, a feeling so strong she was compelled to do it--out of fear or something else she'd rather not confront Veronica didn't know as she sullenly shuffled to her room.

The Creature

didn't like that as it slapped her on her ass in impatience, making it wobble and jiggle like gelatin. She hissed in pain and shuffled faster, hating that she was now a prisoner and her mast--no!

Her

tormentor

, yes, her

tormentor

and

rapist

, was forcing her to her room to do...

that

to her.

She entered her room and the tentacle pointed at the bag on the bed before twisting lightly. Veronica didn't understand for a moment before guessing that

The Creature

was trying to mimic human behavior and it was likely asking, "Why?"

"I, uh..." she trailed off before the tentacle pushed her forward from the back by pushing against the floor.

The Creature

inside the bag speared open its prison as a mass of writhing tentacles before launching itself onto her.

Veronica closed her eyes and tried shielding herself with her bare arms, hoping to stop the undeniable rape before it could happen.

The Creature

entangled itself around her torso and lower body but...no penetration occurred? She opened her eyes and found herself wearing a set of

very

intricate purple lingerie. The bra that supported her large pillowy breasts felt comfortable and removed the weight from them yet again, however she could distinctly feel a pair of what felt like a mouth attached to her nipples, suckling on them. Her panties were a micro thong that dug into her pussy and seemed to be focused on her clit, stimulating it.

The Creature

...had clothed her? In slutty apparel?

"Why?"

The

Thing

didn't respond as it just gestured to the bed. When Veronica made no move to do it as a sign of defiance she then felt an overwhelming and foreign amount of tiredness and exhaustion flood her mind, making her yawn on instinct. Her legs felt like JELL-O and her eyelids weighed like a ton of bricks suddenly. Without her consent Veronica passed out after swaying back and forth for a few seconds, falling face first into her bed.

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It

was very "happy" from the outcome with Veronica. She was such a special creature, such as her bipedalism and her personality. So prone to trust for such an alien on her homeworld. Veronica had so many chances for attempts at saving herself earlier back at her "paper company" that

It

was amused. She kept silent the entire time from the shared space lavatoral chamber...the bathroom to the "car" to go back to her enclosure...to her...to their

home

.

Home

?

Yes,

It

finally had a

Home

.

It

had taken a while but now Veronica was ensnared, unconscious, and most importantly alone; allowing

It

to do two things:

A small and healthy piece of

Itself

detached from the backside of

The Collar

, slithering and oozing and straining

Itself

to enter the fabric and the cushion, acclimating with it to spread

Itself

further within their

Home

. The detached piece was weak and probably needed many cycles (or one Earthen day) to mature and prosper, much like

Itself

was doing.

With another transferred skill from

Its

predecessor,

It

read through her earlier recent thoughts of the Earthen day and...her innocence to the more debased side of reproduction?

Delectable in every aspect of the word.

It

couldn't wait any longer and interfaced, while simultaneously taking control, of Veronica's dream, showing exactly why she should behave like a good subservient pet.

It "

whispered" to her sweetly the horrid nightmare of finding out the punishment if she misbehaved or acted out of line for a short while, assaulting and abusing her mind until...

Pleasure. Pure, clean, "unadulterated" pleasure coursed through her nervous system...her mind. It was akin to a "drug abuser's trip," as it were, yet it was several times more powerful, with all the ups and virtually none of the downs. And when she was

almost

thoroughly satiated

It

cut off the pleasure, leaving her to wake up panting like a bitch in heat (as the humans would say in after such a titillating experience).

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The first thing that Veronica did when she realized she was now awake and that dream was only a taste as to what was to come was mewl in response, reveling in that wonderful, delightful agony in-between her legs. She rubbed her thighs together as she tried her best to conjure the feelings from her prior dream, giving herself to the count of three before reminding herself of the fundamental flaw of going along with this

Creature

.

It clearly didn't give a damn about her wants, her feelings, her anything--besides her body of course, that fucker loved to play around with it like she was a toy. And if she was now a "toy" to this alien-like tentacle monster, she was being treated as a very

rough

toy, Veronica mused, as it was always touching her and/or making her appear slutty for its own amusement, surely.

She knew she was too weak to escape from it in the state she was in, nor did it trust her yet around sharp objects near her...around its choker around her neck.

And no, it was not her choker and it will never be.

So Veronica decided to make a risky move in those few minutes of silenceness, of that calm before the storm to do possibly the smartest thing she could in the situation and

play along.

Yes indeed, playing along with this

Creature

could save her life and possibly prolong it, at least until she got someone to notice how fucked she was (quite literally!).

But who would notice something would be amiss about her...?

Veronica didn't have time to ponder that line of thinking any further when she realized that there was a tentacle in her line of sight looking at her, analyzing her next move.

"I...imagine you showed me that weird dream?" Veronica ventured hesitantly, finding herself under the covers for some odd reason. She hadn't remembered doing that, as she had fallen on top of it when she got weirdly knocked out earlier...probably by

The Creature

, now that she thought of it.

The tentacle nodded like it did yesterday, which felt like weeks ago at this point.

"Did you, uh, put the covers on me?" Another nod, this time more enthusiastic. Okay, maybe she can work with this. "You could've killed me," Veronica pointed out, watching as the tentacle shook in what seemed like anger, "but you didn't...for some reason," she muttered in confusion. The tentacle noticed (and maybe even felt) her emotion with a cocking of the tentacle to the side, so she elaborated further. "You protect me from that pervert yesterday, you put me in 'pajamas,'" she gestured to her slutty lingerie, "and you cover me in my own blanket, yet you have no qualms with raping and using me," she said as coldly as she could, trying to separate the new core memory from the feelings to no avail, trying to be strong and like a rock.

She failed at both, not that she'd admit it.

"Why the dichotomy...I mean, the distinction?" she stumbled on her words, feeling like she always did after waking up recently with brainy and large, complicated words.

The tentacle, in response, simply stared at her before inching closer and closer to her face. It looked predatory in its movement and Veronica panicked, looking around to find

something

to save her, her eyes roaming until it landed on her alarm clock, causing her to pause.

"I'm late to work," she blurted out, stopping the tentacle a mere inch away from touching her plump lips. It looked at her, almost as if telling her (not asking) to elaborate. "I, uh, I have to work to feed myself and keep my mom's...my home. If I don't work then I won't own this place anymore, which means I'll be homeless and on the streets," she explained. The tentacle turned to look (or was it glaring?) at the clock, making Veronica gulp in fear that it may not believe her, or worse--simply not care.

Surprisingly the tentacle retracted back into the choker, leaving her "alone" in the room. She sighed in relief before realizing her mistake:

Veronica now had to go to work.

"Fuck," she muttered in disdain, though the other option being

rape

was a good motivator got her ass moving. She went to take off the bra when she found there was no clasp. She then tried to take it off by pulling it overhead when she found it was stuck, specifically at the nipple area. Trying to tug it off was quite literally like pulling off two suckling mouths on her nipples, making her aware of the background pleasure she was feeling.

She moaned in response, hating that she kinda liked it, but said to the empty air, "I can't wear lingerie to work, it's taboo. Please let me take this off."

Her tormentor and rapist apparently was listening and semi-honored her request by making her clothing bubble, slither, and transform into an office worker outfit at first glance.

"Wow, I didn't know you could do that while I was wearing it!" Veronica said, impressed/forgetful of her situation for a moment. "It looks so..." she trailed off, about to say something generic like "good" or "cool" to describe her feelings when she realized that, while the lingerie did transform into office clothing, it looked like it came from a porn video.

Yes indeed, it was quite slutty. A white, see-through button up short-sleeve that clearly showed her erect nipples poking through the straining material (though the weight-removing effect was still there) was what she wore over her torso; with every breath she took her bosom shook

violently

and hypnotically, drawing the eye's attention to it. And for her lower body it was just as bad, as she wore a black miniskirt that was several sizes too small that hugged her fat ass, making her look even bigger, more pronounced. She could tell that she was wearing no underwear at all, and that if she bended for any reason her skirt would most certainly show her glistening wet pussy to the office.

With a heavy frown she finished her thought, "...whorish. Can you please allow me to choose the outfit?" she requested, feeling demeaned by the whole situation. Several seconds passed before her clothes changed again, except this time it was even

worse

.

Veronica was now wearing the button up with several of the buttons undone, showing a deep,

deep

valley of titflesh that would surely cause anyone not to pay attention to her eyes. To top it off her miniskirt wasn't even "mini" anymore, it was plain unhelpful as it wasn't even

trying

to hide anything at that point, any amount of movement showing her pussy lips and her jiggly ass.

She growled in frustration and disgust, knowing certainly without a doubt that if anyone caught her like this she'd die of embarrassment.

"Hey! I need to go to work! So get off of me if you can't understand that I don't work at fucking brothel!" she barked out without thought, anger clear as lack of rain in her area when a tentacle sprouted out of the choker to look her dead in the eye.

She froze in slight fear. What would that

Creature

do to her in her anger? She hadn't meant to explode, she was just tired of being objectified. She wanted to go to work and show she was more than just her sex, that she was a hard worker, that she had a goddamn brain in her head. She didn't want to be hurt again, to be used again, but she was just so

tired

of pretending she was okay with this fucked-up situation.

The tentacle saw her fear and disdain, analyzed it (analyzed

her

), before the clothing shifted one last time. The valley of titflesh was mostly eliminated with only two buttons left undone and Veronica was now wearing a matching white bra that stealthily (to the public) suckled on her nipples. Her skirt (not "mini" anymore) was only a couple of inches above the knee, making it barely allowed at her place of work, and she could feel that she was wearing another thong, which was something at least.

"That's...better," Veronica admitted, about to grab her phone (which had a couple of notifications on it) and then leave the room for her work when she was stopped by the tentacle. It was looking at her, almost as if it was expecting something...

"No..." Veronica shook her head, anger building up within her once more. "You want me to

thank you

?" she asked, hoping against hope that it wouldn't--

The Creature

nodded enthusiastically (maliciously?), like a smug bastard.

Knowing her options, knowing how screwed she'd be if she missed work, and knowing how assholes (well, human ones at least) acted towards her in the past, Veronica said through gritted teeth, "Thank you..."

The tentacle shook itself, apparently not satisfied by the answer.

"Thank you...

sir

," she tried again, her eyes about to well up in indignation.

The Creature

paused before quickly entering her mouth, raping it for quick couple of seconds, while simultaneously smacking her ass and abusing her tits by manipulating the clothing. Once it had its fun with her it left her alone, feeling used and abused once again for its pleasure.

Wiping off the slime from her mouth and fixing her clothing, she trudged her way to the kitchen, grabbed her keys, and Veronica ventured off to work; hoping against hope that someone would notice and someone could help.