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*DING*

The bell announced the opening of the front door to the 'O'-Mart. To Abigale, the chime seemed to say, "LOOK AT THE GIANT PERVERT!!!" After-all, this was a sex shop and when a person entered such a place they were obviously thinking with their libido. This thought brought a blush to her cheeks every time she entered this place. Though it no longer burned hotter than the tiny tingle of naughty pleasure which accompanied such feelings.

"Hey Abby," the college kid at the front desk greeted her with his usual smile. He was all smooth and scruffy, and her mind did terrible things to him as she moved to the counter where he worked.

"Hey Terry," Abigale said calmly as she glanced around, "anything new?"

"Meh," Terry grunted, "we got a new shipment of jack-rabbits. Oh! Some guys bought Thor!"

"Really!? Who?"

"A few frat guys," Terry laughed. "Probably gonna use him as a door stop."

"Probably," Abigale agreed, "I can't see a three foot dildo fitting anywhere else. Is Marcy around?"

"She went out for dinner but I'm sure she'll be back in a few."

"Cool, I'll wait."

Abigale moved through the toy section like a hungry shark through familiar waters. The best of them were already in her collection but the rest were still amusing to look at. Occasionally, a wave of fresh fetish material would restock her hunting grounds and she would drag a precious gem back to her lair. Eventually the thrill would fade and she would return to the store ... a hunter on the prowl for more.

It had been months since the last great score so she perused through her trusty old standby, the video aisle. Barely Legal Cum Sluts, Big Black Dicks in Blond Bimbos, Girl-on-Girl-on-Girl-on-Guy-on-Donkey, Boy Love, Doms & Subs ... Nothing abnormally kinky was in so she went to the Hentai area. It was a rare thing to see a new Hentai but she spotted one, snatched it, and laughed at the back. Space Invaders the box read. Abigale laughed at the art, which showed three impossibly well drawn women in naughty schoolgirl outfits in the grip of some weird tentacle thing. Then she looked at the price tag.

Price: $50 / Abby: Free

She raised her brow but figured Marcy would explain all.

*DING*

"Hey Marcy."

"Hey Terry."

"Anything exciting happen while I was out?"

"Nah," Terry told her dismissively but then he added, "Abby's here, though."

"Oh, Abby!" Marcy squealed, and then moved over to greet her friend.

"Hi Marcy," Abby said as she survived an enthusiastic hug. "What's with this?" She held up the box so the owner could see it. "Fifty bucks?"

"Oh yeah," Marcy nodded and smiled dangerously. "I'm glad you found that! It's all the rage among Japanese women right now!"

"Women?" Abigale asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, check this out!" Marcy went into the back and came back with a box. "By itself it's just tenti-porn, but for the full price it comes with some crazy Japanese interactive accessory!"

"You're kidding," Abigale snorted.

"No really!" Marcy nodded. "I figured you'd want to try it out straight away!"

"So ... what's the catch?"

"Research!" the porn store manager half-shouted with a gleam that both frightened and excited Abigale at the same time.

"This is gonna be really weird isn't it?" Abby asked with a crooked smile.

"Well ... it's a Japanese sex toy," Marcy reminded her, "so my guess is, yes."

For a moment they both stared at the box and Abigale drew in a breath as she worked to sound professional. "So, you're giving it to me for free so that I can try it out then give you a full report?"

"Yep!" Marcy barked out the answer with as she smiled sunnily.

"And I get to keep the sex toy?"

"Yep!"

"And if it sucks I bring it back and get something for free?"

"Yep!"

"Alright, I'm in." Abigale went into the back and Marcy handed her the box, it was larger than she expected, almost a full foot cubed. "Kind of ... big."

"Well yeah," Marcy nodded as if it were obvious, "it's a fully interactive tentacle rape kit. It probably has miles of inflatable tubing and rubber hoses. I wonder how they make it work."

"Warm water?" Abigale guessed.

"Warm Jell-o?"

"Super Lube?"

"You're very own midget?"

"Ew," Abigale muttered and both of the women fell into a familiar form of laughter.

"I wish we could read Japanese," the shop owner admitted.

"Not me," Abigale told her, "I'm glad I can't understand what those girls are screaming. During those ridiculous rape scenes I just pretend they're actually screaming oh yeah, give it to me!"

"Isn't that how most of them turn out?" Marcy blinked.

"Toward the end they do," Abigale explained, "but it's always a little forced in the beginning. That's why they call it tentacle rape." They both looked up and noticed Terry was listening intently. "What?"

"Oh nothing," he smiled innocently. "I'm just making mental notes for tonight's masturbation marathon."

*****

Terry carried the unusually heavy box to Abigale's car but she had to muscle it up the stairs when she got to her apartment. What the hell is in this thing? was something she asked herself at least a dozen times as she trudged up one flight of stairs and then another. Sweat and sore legs got her to her door but the keys took another three minutes to fumble into the lock.

When at last she burst into her place, she dropped the keys and muscled the box to the floor in front of her personal shrine to laziness. A sixty-inch wide-screen was bolted directly to the wall and the speakers were supported by sound resistant foam. The result was a surround-sound system that did not rattle the neighbor's dishes ... a courtesy she wished they returned.

As the thumping of her own heart diminished, she was greeted by the sounds of passion drifting through her ceiling, reminding her of the thing her body needed most. The rhythm pulsed through her nerves, causing her to stir and look at the package with a longing smile. She reached for it then paused.

"Dinner ... then a hot bath," she declared, and then she moved through her evening routine. The shower seemed more relaxing and food was better seasoned when she had a new kink from the 'O'-Mart to play with. Anticipation drew her senses into focus, removing the layers of depression that might normally fog over her senses when returning home to an empty apartment.

With a towel wrapped around her hair, she stared at the box with the Japanese writing on it. With a quickened pulse, she tore the shipping seals and popped the top. In her imagination, there was a rush of motion as some hideous thing erupted from the cardboard folds to engulf her. That thought quickly ebbed when nothing happened, but she still felt her senses tingle when she peered inside and found a large wooden chest.

It looked as if it had come from the scene of a pirate film, all dark wood and sweeping curves with a heavy lock in the middle. An old metal key tucked in a plastic baggy was stapled to the frame. Abigale liberated the key and held it in the air as a movie quote came to mind. "It really is the key to the greatest treasure in all the land!"

She laughed at her own joke, placed the strangely heavy bit of metal into the keyhole, and turned it until she heard a satisfying click. Anticipation lanced through her once more, causing her to open the lid with dramatic slowness and peer carefully inside.

*GASP*

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"What ... the ... hell?"

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An orgasmic letdown cooled in her guts as she stared at a pool of green goo that filled the chest. Inside there was a small spiral seashell that was only a little longer than the width of her palm. Reaching into the slick green goo, she lifted the little shell and found it heavier than it looked. It felt like there was something trapped inside, but it was just not that big.

"Awe... come on," she grumbled as she turned the glistening bit of seashell this way and that. "I know Japanese guys are little ... but ... this sucks!"

Returning the shell to its liquid home, she gave it a smell and thought it was almost citrus in origin. A daring taste proved it was a little like lime flavored jelly, and while it was not unpleasant ... she wished now more than ever that she could read the instructions.

Along the side of the packaging lurked the DVD that was supposed to come with the unit. With more than a little disappointment, she scooped it up and slid the disc into her player. The lid to the box was closed and left on the table while she covered her couch with a sheet, to protect the fabric, and grabbed a textured dildo. When she was ready, she stripped down to her birthday suit, flopped onto her couch, and pressed play.

The FBI Warning and opening credits jumped to life as she watched the opening scenes. Pretty little schoolgirls, in their cute uniforms, were gathering seashells on a beach. The scene went on for a few minutes until one of the girls found a seashell that looked exactly like the one in the crate. A violent explosion filled the screen as a monster burst out of the shell and proceeded to plunge the girl senseless.

"A little abrupt," Abigale commented, but then she reached between her legs and touched herself a little. A few minutes later she realized she was not getting wet enough for the dildo and was beginning to wonder if she should get the seashell when the acting suddenly improved. A tiny amount of moisture began to form between her thighs and she slipped one well practiced finger inside of herself ... then ... it ended.

"Awe," Abigale whined as the girl on the screen was on her knees and trembling. "Oh, it was a hallucination." Abigale realized as the character on screen panted and trembled as she stared at the seashell in her hands.

Another character walked up behind the first girl and called her name. The first girl, who was still holding the shell, gave it a little smile and then dropped it into her cleavage. "There you go! You'll be safe in there!"

"Oh my God!" Abigale shouted as she burst out laughing. "This girl is horror movie levels of stupid!" Then the scene ended and the screen went black. "What the hell!?" Abigale cursed as she grabbed her remote and began pushing buttons. An X appeared in the corner letting her know that the system was programed to not allow her to alter its course. "There's supposed to be more than this. The plot wasn't even ..."

Her voice trailed off as another scene began to play. The spiral seashell appeared, floating in its green mixture, with the sound of a heartbeat pulsing in the background. Subtitles along the bottom read, "THE VIDEO WILL CONTINUE WHEN YOU GET YOUR PROP."

"My prop?" Abigale started to laugh. "It's like Rocky Horror! That's so cool! I wonder how they did that?" Dropping the remote, she walked in the nude to the box and carefully plucked up the little seashell with two fingers. "I hope this lube is water-soluble," she muttered as she went back to her seat.

As soon as she got comfortable the screen went dark and an eerie musical tone cued. The girl who had gathered up the seashell was in her bedroom and she was getting undressed. "READY YOUR PROP," scrolled along the top of the screen. Abigale looked closely at the spiral shell in her hand and was surprised to see the lubricant was still wet. A slight hum emitted from the speakers causing the little shell to resonate. "INSERT PLEASE" appeared as the girl on screen began to moan.

With a smile, Abigale slowly slid the slick seashell past the folds of her labia. The spiral ridges twisted into position as it hummed like a high frequency vibrator. A long, slow, exhale eased out of her as sensation tickled her in ways she liked.

Easing the spiral cone forward and back, she felt her inner moisture filling her tunnel, mixing with the green lubricant. A slight warming sensation began to build, tingling her nerves and allowing tiny moans to form in her throat. A familiar sensation built in her muscles, causing whimpers that peaked into the gasp of the night's first orgasm.

Twitch and shudder sent cum forward, wetting the object and her fingers with warmth. The vaginal walls were not the only thing that released at the moment of orgasm, though. In mid-shudder, the vibrating seashell seemed to jerk out of her grip, twirled, and drilled itself deeper than she could reach. A mixture of pleasure and frustration rippled through her as series of vulgar curses flowed from her mouth.

As the video played on, the noise of the two women complimented each other, growing then fading as they looked down at their entrance. Abigale was preparing to place her middle finger inside of herself when from inside of the shell, the occupant began twitching like a Mexican Jumping Bean. A brief moment of panic made her wonder if there was still something alive in the shell when she was answered by the TV.

On the screen, the camera x-rayed the girl's vagina and showed a small slug-like creature moving in the shell. Abigale had time to utter one small curse when both squirmed through the tip of their shells, inflated like puffer fish, and stabbed into sensitive flesh with rows of sharp quills.

Pain screamed through her body but was numbed just enough by the lubricant that she did not start crying. Sharp stabs regressed into aching throbs as she watched the creature on her screen inject purple venom into the girl. A burning sensation began to form along Abigale's vaginal walls and spread through her veins.

"Oh shit! Oh ... shhaaaaa ... haaa-haaa ..." she gasped as sounds of pleasure and pain echoed from the two sources. Venom spread through the abdomen, tingling in ways that forced her body to writhe. The pathways of the circulatory system began to darken into a deep violet that could be seen through the skin as flesh became pale.

The creature grew in girth and length, pressing against her walls in ways that frightened and excited. Lengthening toward both the mouth of her opening and farther in toward her cervix, additional spines formed, anchoring into the flesh. Abigale moaned and found her finger stroking her clit as her juices leaked out onto her hands. As she squirmed she could feel it ... one side was crawling father in toward her barrier while the other side moved out until it was less than an inch from fresh air.

The slug-like thing rippled inside her body as it fed on her blood. Sensations ebbed and flowed as another orgasm began to mount. 'I'm cumming ... why am I cumming? Why? How can ... how can I like this?' "Oh ... oh God! Ooohhh ... aaaaaAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"

Muscles clenched tightly around the intruder who pressed out with all of its might. Like an overfilled water balloon, the inner end burst open and thin tendrils breached the cervix, invading the womb.

Abigale shuddered again and again then went limp as she helplessly watched the parasite on screen crawl through the yielding opening, up into the uterus. Wispy limbs attached to the inner lining like tiny umbilical cords, settling into place like a growing child. In exchange the parasite flooded her with endorphins that seemed to lift her out of her body on waves across her orgasmically charged nerves.

Abigale's eyes watched the screen as the tiny life form settled into the girl's womb. One hand delicately caressed her abdomen ... the life inside of her relaxed as it happily fed on her nutrients. As a final tidal wave of rippling bliss tumbled through her, her eyes rolled back in her head and she drifted off into unconsciousness.