Morning Exercises
#1 of Wirtten Work
Morning Exercise
By: Savage Shark
The warm golden glow of dawn crept over the horizon. Hill House bathed in the glow as the day began.
The buzz of the alarm clock was silenced as it screamed out the hour, though even as it remained silent, the room was filled with another familiar sound.
Howard reached out from the air vents of the master bedroom dangling from the openings as though they were the puppets. They wrapped around the hips and arms of Miss Cotton as she lay atop the bed. Another set of tendrils, larger in girth, held her by the ankles and thighs pining her down. The overhead tendrils kept an almost vice like grip around her arms forcing them behind her as she fell head on into a pillow. A faint moan escaped her lips just before another tendril wrapped around her muzzle, silencing any further squeals.
Her hind end was forced up higher from her body, placing Miss Cotton into an angle. Through the reflective surface of the beds metal frame she could make out the silhouette of another tendril dropping down from the vents. It slithered like a large python as it approach. Turning her head to meet the new tendril but was forced away by the arm around her muzzle. She felt the familiar touch of Howard's smaller appendages, warm slimy, grasp the trimmings of her translucent panties and ripped them from her body.
The tip of the large tentacle split open revealing a mouth lined with small tendrils flailing about, and without pause it pressed against the edge of her vagina. The saliva drenched tendrils lapped and danced around her exposed area, having no mind sent or control as they stroked.
A gasp of pleasure rushed into her mouth, but was quickly silenced by the grip about her muzzle. A slight moan was all she could muster as the tendrils continued their dance. She mustered her strength to try and meet the tendrils, her body shifting slightly in the vice grip of Howard. In response Howard sent a lashing tendril across her left butt cheek, the crack of the whip sent a bolt of pain through her mind as another cracking whip of Howards form slapped across her other butt cheek. Each side took another strike, whilst the saliva soaked tendrils flail about. Annie tried to free herself from the assault, but she inevitably surrendered, forcing her body to remain stationary as the final whip cracked. Annie imagined her butt would be red for sometime after wards. There she lay, motionless, with a gasp of sexual delight drowned in her tightly grasp maw.
The dancing tendrils returned to the main body and back into the ventilation leaving behind a saliva soaked Annie Cotton. The noose around her mouth loosened allowing a reprieve.
Though the moment did not last, in the corner of her eye she spotted another large girth tentacle float through the air like a viper extending itself. It's head was riddled with small pumps and the same slime liquid used on the tendrils. It placed itself before Miss Cotton's face, the veins budging as it grew larger. The tendril that had grasped her mouth did not loosen itself for her sake instead it had allowed room for this new python.
The tentacle approached the slip of her maw, but was blocked by a wall teeth.
_"No!" _ A growl escaped through her fangs.
Her defiance was quickly meet with the lashing whips once again. Without the grip of the tendril around her muzzle she was able to release the sounds of her pain. She held strong this time, not letting the beast gain control over her. She would not allow such a ploy to drop her guard. The monster, though driven by passion, still held an intelligence as a smaller tendril grasped around Annie's nostril. Howard had her. Though she was defiant, she still had to breath. She held out as long as possible, until finally, she relaxed her jaw and took in a breath and the slime soaked muscle.
The muscle filled the shape of her mouth, it pulled in and out of her mouth with a slow pace and soon quickened. Though the intake of fresh air was a relief, it was still a difficult task to breath with the alien member pumping her throat.
Cotton's mind felt the familiarity of the member in her mouth. By reflex, or perhaps a spur of the moment, she lapped her tongue around the member. Licking and stroking the muscle with its joust. She could taste the slime around the muscle, it was surprisingly sweet and she found her self tasting more of the slime. She had clearly pleased the beast as it's tendrils color shifted to match it's mood followed by a soft stroke of a large tendril across the enchanting blue of Miss. Cotton's hair.
The massive muscle pushed one last time into her mouth releasing its seductive flavor down her esophagus. It was a biological mutation on Howard's part that made the strange white substance flavorful, sweet like a fruit and thick as icing. Yet within the substance was a powerful aphrodisiac, if the smell wouldn't arouse his prey then the chemicals would work through her system, bringing her one step closer to submission.
The tentacle pulled out from Cotton's mouth leaving a bridge of saliva and gel. As the muscle left into the vents, Howard tightened his grip around her muzzle once more. The tangle of tentacles turned Annie's body over on the bed. This time, Howard allowed a moment of reprieve for Miss Cotton. Allowing the fluids to seep down her throat and slowly work their way through her system.
Annie became aware of Howard's plan, this was not the first time he had drugged her with the substance. She felt the tight grip around her appendages and decided to relax, the bed was moist from the passion, along with the slime and fluids from the tentacle, stained the pillow with a ice chill. She remained motionless and took in the reprieve.
Without alarm, her legs were brought up into the air. She squeal in shock but her words were muffled by the muzzle. With gentle motion, she was flexed with her legs going over her head and spread wide. Like a marionette being manipulated by it's master, she watched as the tendrils prepared her body for the next phase.
A final tentacle emerged from the air vent. But unlike the rest of the tendrils, which spouted their colors and various marks, this one was the main organ of Howard's biology. Freshly pink and shimmering in the dawn's light it slithered into place above Miss Cotton, almost as though it were displaying it's perfect form to her. It's girth increased in size as visible veins began to throb, a head pierced the protective skin of the tip revealing an assortment of bumps and dimples, which would have appeared as small flesh spikes at a glance. The fore skin peeled back down the shaft of the tentacle revealing the rest of the slime soaked muscle. Miss Cotton let out a squeak of fright as the muscle thrust its way into her vagina. Though it was not the sudden entry that startled her, it was the snake like motion of the muscle. Another biological mutation of Howard was the skeleton. A complex assortment of muscle fibers wrap around a tiny column of bone matter, though small the bone is capable of flexing in various angles. Annie soon realized this as it entered her body and danced about her insides. Each thrust seemed like a random flail as the muscle worked it's way.
She was not prepared for such a move Her understanding of his 'body' was limited, as she now learned. Her mind wrapped around the muscle dancing inside her, as the stimulant from the gel enhanced the feelings.
Her vision was fixed on the muscle, its massive girth sent moans of pleasure through her body only to be cut off from the vice around her muzzle.
Finally, it came to an end. The organ released more of the intoxicating gel inside her womb, filling her with warmth as it over flowed from her body. The muscle remained inside her body acting as a cork for the remaining fluids. The overdose of gel sent Miss Cotton into an intoxicated state. Her eyes fixed only on the emotion and physical pleasure she felt.
Exhausted, Howard released her mouth, allowing a rushing gasp of relief to escape. As she lay, his various arms lowered her body and relaxed her arms across her stomach and bedside. They withdrew slowly into the walls.
As the last tentacle began to slither back into the floor vent a strong hand grasped about what would be the neck of the arm, forcing the tip to darken. If the tip of the tentacle had a face to speak of it would be in shock as it meet the fierce fire behind the emerald eyes of Miss. Cotton. A wicked smile cut across her features as she held the tentacle. Like huddled masses, the other tentacles gathered at the edge of their entry points watching the fate of their 'comrade'.
The stance of Miss Annie Cotton was dominant, she brought the tentacle closer to her face as it shifted in colors, matching it's shy and fearful thoughts.
"Where do you think you're going? We're not done yet. Incase you've forgotten, this is my day off." She smiled playfully like a cat to a mouse. Howard, or rather the tentacles of Howard, changed colors once more matching their exhaustion and sagged over the lip of their holes, a mime gesture to their exertion save for one, the tentacle of Howard used as the genitals held up a 5 x 5 card and scribed with a blue ball point pen: "5 more minutes."
The End....Well at least for awhile.