Stranded

[bill512]

Scarey is running out of gas in the middle of the night, in the middle of a lonely highway, not a car or house or light in sight, in the middle of the bush, with only a pack of smokes and a windbreaker on. The car was a rental, and the guage read one eighth of a tank when the light came on, ran for two or three miles, then quit. Coasting to the soft shoulder.

He was stranded. And his name was Julian Casey. He was on business, now on his way back to the airport. He was going to spend the night there at a hotel and catch an early flight back home. But he ran out of gas. And now he was here. Rumaging through the trunk of his car. Found nothing. Not even a first aid kit.

He slammed the lid closed and was quiet. Even stopped breathing. Listening. Because there was nothing. Not the croak of a toad. Not the howl of an owl. Not anything but a distant bristling of wind through pine leaves. Deafening as all hell, and it was getting cold.

"Fuck!"

The drive was long. The walk? He took this road on the way down in the early morning the day before, and he knew. He knew what a long way it was. If he started now, at 4 miles an hour, 10 hours, forty miles, that was pretty close to the outskirts of the city. It'd be 8 the next morning.

"Fuck!'

So he grabbed his briefcase, zipped up his coat, and was off. At first a brisk walk. Angry. Looking back from time to time at that shiney comfortable buick parked off in the shoulder. Then he slowed. A speed he could maintain. Stumbled and kicked gravel out ahead of him from time to time. More distant. More withdrawan and hopeless. It was pitch black outside. Not even a moonlight. And spooky. Closing in. Closing in so close you didn't want to be there.

His posture gone, his mouth half opened in dismay, he maintained for hours that long quiet walk. That strain. Unknowing. Unbelieving. Uncaring that something was watching him. Something evil. Something so alien to him, it'd appear like it was beautiful.

"Hello."

Julian stopped. Surprised. He even screamed a little. Not even looking 10 feet ahead of himself. Then he laughed. "You scared me." "Sorry. What's your name?"

She was sitting on the shoulder. On the gravel. Facing away from the road towards the thick bush. She was beautiful. Long blonde hair tied into pony tail, and tight faded jeans. Wearing a thick coat. "Julian. Who are you?" "Me?"

She smiled, an unusaully consciencious, happy smile. Then stood brushing off her rear, and walked towards him. The expression on her face, the smile, almost seemed a weird thing. Though there was nothing weird about this woman. Still Julian found himself backing away. Slightly. She was tall.

"Yah. Who are you?" "Tina." "What are you doing out here?" "I was going to ask you that. Don't be afraid." "I'm not afraid." He said, embarassed.

His glare centered on that big smile, then turned behind him, then back, then turned again. This time pointing a finger. "I ran out of gas." "You serious?" And she laughed. "Yah." And Julian laughed too. "Kinda stupid." "You bet it is." And as she spoke it were almost as though she quietly pounced. Towards him. In close. Now she was only inches away. Smiling.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Walk with me."

"... ok."

[bill512]

Julian asked her another 3 times what she was doing out here. But she brushed him off, sometimes laughing at him. "Weird girl." He thought, still enjoying the company. Even a 6 foot macho hockey playing roughneck like Julian wanted some company on a night like this. It were almost as if all the wildlife ran away, it was so quiet. Dark. Spooky outside. Though he knew it was pretend, he could still feel the heat off of her by his side, in stride. Like a hacked off limb.

For nearly an hour they walked together, side by side, as if they knew each other. As if they needed each other. Then suddenly Julian started getting dizzy.

He stumbled and Tina grabbed onto him, supporting his fall.

"You ok?" "Yah ... ah. Wo. Don't know what come over me." "Are you sick?" "No!" And he pulled away. "I mean, not that I know of." "Ok." She said apologetically. And they continued.

Then there was another wave. Like the whole world were suddenly spinning around him, and he lost his balance and fell. Tina kept going a little ways, then stopped and stared down at him. Her face hidden in black. "Wo!" "You sure you're ok?" "I don't know. Disoriented." And he slowly got up back to a stand.

There was deafening quiet while Julian shook his head testing his will. Confused. Something like this never happened to him before, and Tina stood off and in front of him. Staring.

He was ready to head out again, but before his first step he collapsed down to the gravel. Everything in spin. Everything in blur. Down on the ground Julian was on his back staring up at the star filled sky. But not seeing it. A state of total disorientation and discombobulation.

Tina watched for a while, then approached. And hunched down and grabbed him by the shoulders. Then pulled him off the shoulder, down the slope, and into the bush. "I don't know ... I don't know what's happening. What are you doing?" "I'm hungry, Julian." "What?" Her pull was strong, dragging his shoes off by the heel in the leaf and twig. Up against a tree.

"I'm hungry." "You're hungry?" "Yes."

She propped him up back leaning against the tree breathing heavy, almost sounded excited. Then she undone her coat that went down just past the bum, and unbottoned her jeans.

Julian's arms reached out like he were drop dead drunk. Grabbing at the air. His fingers occasionally dragging on her thighs then plopping down to the ground. "You're hungry?"

Tina pulled her jeans down with her underwear revealing naked and lightly haired vagina, swollen red. She tripped out of one leg of her jeans then fell forward, coming to rest on top of Julian's face. Picking up her freed leg and wrapping it around the tree, over top his shoulder.

The screams were sudden. High pitched. And terrifying. Then they muffled.

Over top Julians mouth was beautiful blonde vaginal grip, insidiously hiding soapy like fluid that bubbled outwards filling his mouth and steaming down his throat. In the middle of it all was tentacle. Dark and slimey. With bristles that looked like barbed wire. It poked its head just barely out the face of the soapy tidal wave. All the way down the man's throat. Into his gut.

"Oh!" She screamed face staring up at the tree leaves. "I'm hungry! I'm so hungry!" And her other leg followed behind dragging jeans, coming to meet the other around the trunk of the tree. Where both legs pulled in tight with thick beautiful lady's muscle, and pulled. The sounds were like the farting sounds of a toilet. Echoed. Mixed in with puking burps and heaves of throat and stomach muscle. Beastly. Squirting out white bubbly ooze that shot just past where the beauty's thighs met her butt. Squirting out a good 3 or 4 feet.

And inside, vine took root and planted itself like fish hook into all off Julian's flesh. Needling through and past every organ. Curving up into the poor mans brain. It was unbelievably fast, and monstrous. Adding more to the emensity of it was the beautifully seductive gaze and bright white opened wide smile on that strange woman's face. The face of gorgeous pleasure.

"Don't worry, Julian. You're not going to die." And she closed her eyes while steam sizzled up from the mans head and windbreaker coat. For hours. Bubbling. Burping. Farting. Oozing, with slow, veluptous screw.

[bill512]

Moving was long and arduous. But she moved, coming to a stand with a snap, crackle, and popping of weird noise. Dripping in exhorbitant excess thick, fuming white foam oozing from the crack of her ass. Forming soap like stalactite. She stood and extended her feet in what looked like ballet. On her tip toes, picking Julian's head up away from the tree. Her arms were resting and supporting her weight above her head. Almost in a sleep against the tree. Then one came down and pressed on the top of his head. Where it sunk in.

Instead of peeling and falling away from her, the man's skull caved in. Like it was mellon. Like it was fruit. And she pressed and tucked, and gently eased the husk past her hymen, guiding it in with her finger, into the vagina. And the head sunk in and followed like a piece of cloth, sucked and guided. Until it was all in. Until he was inside at the neck. But not a man. A piece of hallowed skin. Then her arm returned up high above her, and she exhaled a soft, long, sexy breathe. And spread her legs shoulder length apart. Waiting. Anticipating.

For a long time there was nothing. But afterwards, it became like a birth. Tiny movements that got larger and larger all by themselves. The whole body loose its clothing would rise inches, then fall. Rise, then fall. The momentum of slow screw. Then rise again, twice as far. Then fall again, where she would grip. And hold. It sucked in up to the shoulders, but with her kegel she never quit. She breathed. She panted. And her body pulled while the ooze poured. Burped out. Farted out.

It was a crackling sound. Of hallow bones breaking. Splintering at the shoulders. The collarbone. And Julian was rising again. Being crushed by his own skin. His arms. His chest.

Where he was going was remarkable. Because it seemed to be nowhere. Or a furnace that ate him up as he ascended, leaving nothing behind. She extended out her feet as far and as tall as she could stand, bulging the calves, and heaved with nothing but an internal and subtle effort. Pulling Julian from his windbreaker. From his shirt. From his pants and socks. Lasting hours. Grotesque fuck. And everything he was shriveled up into long snake like skin, that her vagina seemed to have endless apetite for.

Until the foot. Until the toes. Until he was gone. A pool of white monsters ooze where he once sat bubbling away and disappearing. And a vagina's "pffffff....."

He was eaten.

By the time it was dawn she began to put back on her cloths. Her thong that wrapped tight around her perfect form. Then her jeans. And shoes. Walking away a hand on her tummy, and a sleepy eye back into the bush. Where she disappeared saying: "Walk with me ... walk with me."

Julian Casey ran out of gas and was stranded. But he was picked up by the strangest and most monstrous of company. In captivity in a beautiful monsters womb. Not human. Not alien. Where he lived, not died. Where he was digested, but not eaten.

Tucked away in a place where it could love him till the end of time ...

[smotherman]

Bill, Incredible story!I`d love the stranded plot story line...Great work as usual.

[bill512]

thanks smotherman.

[Kyle_Narshadaa]

Bill512 i will be in Miami in June .......i want to experience feeding the gators by hand............so i will be venturing the Everglades........... wish me luck ............. :D

Maybe if ur there i can buy u some beers or MARY JANE lol

:D

[bill512]

That's a mighty fine offer, kyle. Never pass up a beer.

Don't wait up for me though ... :)