Chapter 1 - Tentacles, Slugs, and a Woman

Zedlav is proud to present The Chamber, which stealeth thine soul and repays in earthly immortality






In the ebony darkness, only noises were heard.

Drip, drip, drip...

The steady fall of water on stone. Unceasing. Chinese water-torture.

In another place, the water hit with a wet smack instead, probably it was falling into a little pool.

It smelled good in the Chamber, hot and wet like fresh sex. It was stifling hot and comfortable too, like a womb.

Then, the lights came on. Bioluminescent bacteriae on the ceiling came awake, flooding the chamber with greenish light. Suddenly everything was visible. Green-tinted stone on the floor, bumpy stone walls; everything made of soft stone and faintly glistening.

And a young woman on the floor.

The woman lay on her side, twitching her legs as she dreamed a dream. Her brown hair was shiny and lustrous, framing a beautiful face with a strong jaw. She had thin black mascara on, as well as perhaps some makeup. Gentle shoulders and slender arms draped over her smallish breasts. Her tight stomach belied some kind of regular exercise routine. Her thick, womanly hips melded gracefully with her toned thighs and calves, which twitched slightly in sleep. Gradually, the spasm faded. She awoke gently, her eyes opening. 

Only a few seconds passed in peace, then her brown eyes shot open and she sat up suddenly. With a shriek, she covered her breasts with her left arm and kept propped up with her right. Taking in her surroundings instantly, she let out another shrill shriek. She jumped to her feet and ran around the room for a little while screaming her head off. Pounding on a green rock wall, she merely bruised her fists. The walls looked like rock, but felt strangely more giving than rock should. "HEY!" she yelled. "LET ME OUT! DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'VE LOCKED UP? I'M ANNA KRATABOL! YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE MESSING WITH! AAAAAAGH!" With a bellow and a powerful doublefisted slam on the wall, her knuckle broke and started to bleed. Anna whimpered and sucked on the shattered joint, returning to the center of the circular chamber. In fact, "They" were not messing with anyone at all. There would be no police search for an untethered street hooker. Anna was alone and knew it.

After a little while of standing in the middle of the chamber, Anna decided to return to her original position. As she sat, her knuckle brushed the soft floor. She jolted back at the flash of pain and blew on it, as if that would help. Upon closer inspection of the wound, it seemed as though she had picked up some kind of moss off of the floor. She watched, midly disgusted, as the moss pulsed and glowed iridescent green. It was kind of pretty. Anna briefly regarded the moss as a sort of ring- a glowing green ring. It was very pretty... Yes, yes it was.

Suddenly, the green shape shifted and Anna blinked, startled. It vibrated rapidly for a moment, buzzing as if with malice. Then, with the most curious of sensations, it began to burrow into her bleeding skin. The woman shrieked and waved her hand wildly in the air, instinctively trying to dislodge the organism. Ineffectual, and painful. The moss finished its work and Anna stopped wiggling. She briefly noticed that she was on her feet again. She looked intensely at her damaged hand... It was whole and good once again, but a fair portion of her hand was now green. Not glowing green, not even the dull jade of ordinary moss. But... Definitely a green tinge. And it didn't just look good, it kind of felt good too. But maybe that was just the absence of the pain of a broken knuckle. Anne wiggled her digits experimentally. Still felt good.

Then, something else happened.

A thick green tentacle erupted from nowhere and snaked instantly around her ankle, grasping her tight. Anna screamed out loud and the glared wide-eyed at the unnatural thing. She bent down and feverishly grabbed at it with her hands. With clenched teeth, she forced her fingers between it and her calf, trying to wrench it away. The tentacle instantly gripped tighter and started to secrete a thick slime that evaded her grasp. Even as she tugged at it with both hands, they slid out, unable to get any friction. Anna recoiled from the otherworldly creature and looked at her palms- webbed and dripping with sticky, clear fluid. She shuddered and regarded the tentacle again. It appeared to have stopped secreting its frictionless defence and was sitting benignly, having acquired a glossy sheen.

It was in this calm that Anna noticed the woman.

Tall, green, plantlike, the woman stood several meters away. An unnatural aura pervaded her- her proportions were wrong, as well. Standing at least seven feet tall, the plant-thing looked to be composed entirely of what now made up Anna's hand. Worse, it was removed from humanity entirely: It was a lamia, the lower form snakelike and very long, trailing down several meters behind. From behind its body sprouted a single tentacle that led to Anna's leg. Here was her captor.

Anna bared her teeth and hissed. The plant-woman blinked, her scaly eyelids sliding with an ominous scratch across unseeing eyes. Without any human regard, the thing started to slide towards her. Anna dropped into a crouch practiced by many hookers of her time and reached for the pepper spray in a purse that wasn't there. Instead she was reminded of her total nudity. 

The woman reached her and looked down into Anna's fierce brown eyes. It extended a hand to her face with an exploratory air, but Anna jerked and bit down hard. The hand burst with an unexpected lack of resistance, and her mouth was filled with acrid juices. It felt like chewing on grass. She quickly spit out the severed green flesh, then spat a few more times to clear her mouth of the taste. The woman looked as benign as ever, but now remained at a safer distance of several feet.

The two stared at each other for a good five minutes. Anna afraid to make any move, the plant-woman entirely unaware of the human's stresses, or the human's perception of time. To the plant, no extraordinary amount of time had passed at all. The most interesting thing that happened in this entire period was the plant-woman's hand slowly growing back its lost tissue. Anna's right foot had fallen asleep, and she quickly shifted weight to her other foot. The woman made her move then, from behind another tentacle shot out. Anna yipped and smacked at it, but it was far too quick, and it instantly wrapped itself around her other calf. With a quick jolt, the tentacles pulled back and Anna was sent tumbling earthward. Spinning a half-turn in midair, the last thing she saw was the dirt rushing up to meet her.






When she awoke, her position had changed considerably. For the worse.

Anna was lying on the floor, stretched by four tentacles that spread her limbs wide. She felt like she was about to be drawn and quartered. Her entire body buzzed with strange energies. Suddenly, the green visage of the woman came into view from above, so that she appeared upside-down. Anna tried to lunge forward, but felt her arms pull her back and her head hit the floor with a thud. She tried to open her mouth and scream, but found herself unable to- looking down, she could make out her mouth hanging open. She decided to try again. No air came out of her unresponsive throat.

Now in a position of rageful terror, Anna could only glare at the green woman again. It wasn't long until her eyes slid from those.... pretty green eyes, down... down, down, down, to her breasts. The large green mounds adorned her chest like some kind of freak porn star. They were very large, and impossibly perky. They were tipped by large, dark-green nipples. "How odd for a plant to have breasts," thought Anna medically. "They're entirely without use," though she continued to stare.

The plant-woman opened her maw. Anna could make out her tongue flopping about uselessly for a few moments, creating a horrible gargling noise. Suddenly and instantly, the noise changed into a recognizable tone.

"We had hoped to spare you this segment."

Anna tried to respond as she struggled against her bonds, but no sound came out of her tingling throat. Then, she heard a noise. She jerked her head to face right, and saw a sight she could not believe. 

A large tentacle, the width of a fist, was slowly oozing its way across the green-tainted stone. Anna tried to scream with all her might, but her voicebox would not engage and only a thin trickle of air seeped out. The tentacles, for there were more than one, made their way slowly, inexorably closer. Anna jerked her head the other way, but there were simply more on her other side. She moaned sadly.

"Your parts will feel different soon," the thing gargled. "You will enjoy it."

Anna suddenly became aware of another invader that she had been ignorant of- a fifth tentacle grasping her. She craned her neck to look down and her fears were confirmed. A thick tentacle had taken up residence in her vagina. The entire lower half of her body felt paralyzed, a numbness that spread from her nethers throughout her body. From what she could feel, the tentacle was sliding quickly in and out. It was pumping something... She was being filled up with some kind of fluid.

Suddenly very tired, Anna relaxed her neck, returning her head to the normal position. Anna became aware of the woman's face very close to hers.

"We have become... Fond... Of you," the thing said. "We will not damage you."

The woman leaned forward and gave Anna an unexpected kiss. Her lips were wet with something, and a trail of it stretched between their lips. She smelled amazing, like sweet aromatic flowers in the morning dew. Now about three feet away, the tentacle-woman gagged suddenly, her eyes screwed shut in pain. Anna could only watch as the woman grasped her own breasts, her throat bulging outwards, as something forced its way up and into her mouth. The woman calmly placed her own hand under her jaw, and retched. A huge, brown slug was vomited out and landed in her hand with a wet splat. Anna still could not scream. The woman placed the slug gently on Anna's flat stomach, then finally rose up and turned away. Anna could clearly see the tentacles sprouting from the woman's back, trailing all over the room now. A sudden wetness on her stomach alerted her to the slug's progress: It had started to slide up her chest. Its slime was fascinating, so shiny and lustrous. It was maybe five inches long and a few inches wide. 

Anna shuddered as the thing nudged its way through her cleavage, lubricating her body as it went. The slug climbed onto her neck, then onto her jaw, which tickled. With a sudden jolt of realization, Anna understood why her mouth was paralyzed. Without more than a second to organize her thoughts, she twisted her head to the side. The woman picked her head up with both hands and roughly turned it back to face the ceiling. Inexorably, the slug's head entered her mouth. Anna tried to bite down as hard as she could, but it just made her face hurt. The creature's slimy underbelly rubbed pleasurably on her tongue on its way down. Its huge brown length filled her entire mouth with rubbery flesh, and she gagged as it twinged her uvula. Then, the slug vanished down her throat. 

The green woman licked her lips, then released her head. Anna blinked a few times, still fully aware of the slug moving around in her stomach. Perhaps it would die? Hydrochloric acid would do its job in only a few seconds, killing the slug quickly and rendering it down into nutrients over the next few hours. Suddenly, her stomach convulsed, and she tried to roll into the foetal position, but her limbs were still held by the tentacles. It felt like the slug was going berserk, thrashing around like a snake's death whip. Anna could feel more tentacles wrap themselves around her waist, bust, and hips, holding her tightly. She coughed and choked, and for a few minutes she desperately struggled against the strong grip of the tentacles. Finally, after a couple of minutes of truly unpleasant vibrations in her stomach, the motions stopped. The slug had died.

Anna thought about what had happened with much more clarity now. Her mouth felt like she had just done a blowjob, but... Tasted a hell of a lot better. Good, actually. Pleasant. She burped, and giggled. Tasted like cum.

She met the gaze of the tentacle-woman, Anna with a large smile on her messy face. Suddenly, the tentacles released her and slowly snaked back into the woman until only four remained, benign and laying on the ground by her feet. Anna slowly got to her feet, shaky on her own knees, while green protoplasm started to pour from her vagina. It ran down her legs in great strings, collecting in a pool on the floor. Anna decided to ignore it, as it was probably the paralyzing agent she had been influenced by before, and if it was leaving her then that was a good thing. She looked up and met the gaze of the plant-woman.

"I..." started Anna, but she stopped when she appreciated that she could talk again. She looked down and saw that the stuff continued to pour at a steady rate.

"The implantation is successful," said the tentacle-thing, though her mouth did not move.

"Um," started Anna, but she stopped when she realized she had nothing to say. She was talking to a plant, or at least something that looked like a plant. What Anna wanted to say could not really be said in words.

Instead, she started to walk forward. Her head slowly tilted upward as she walked, due to the woman's height. Now standing very close, the woman was really enormous. Her head was gargantuan. Moreover, with a better look at the woman, it seemed not to be composed so much of plants in general, but more specifically of tentacles themselves. Anna reached out and caressed the thing's stomach, which appeared to be comprised entirely of long, thin green cylinders. Though visibly it was irregular, to the touch it was as smooth as silk. Her snakelike lower half was also composed of legion tentacles, jutting out like womanly hips. The tail ended obscurely behind her.

"Do you feel ready?"

Anna suddenly understood that the woman was speaking telepathically. That, of course, represented a mind link, which wasn't so much interesting, disturbing, or anything other than... Sexy. Anna noticed her vagina dripping green protoplasma. Considering the volume that had poured out of her before, it probably shouldn't still be doing that. If indeed it was the tentacle's.

"And if it's not the tentacle's ooze," started Anna,

"Then it is yours." finished the tentacle-woman.







I understand that some of you will feel that this chapter was a little slow. I agree with you, remind you that first chapters are often this way, and promise you that the rest will be more worth your time. Please comment at least a single word so I know you're here :)