From the ongoing field book of tentacle denizens.

Been having a lot of dreams about sinking lately... Here's a quick sketch from a very brief story (because I couldn't keep the idea to a paragraph).

Having battled her way past the sharks, Lara Croft hardly even considered the odd-looking jellyfish as a threat. Even when she brushed against one on accident, she felt no sting so she thought she was safe... at least until her muscles started feeling like they were made of cement. Starting in her legs, the willful control of her body faded. In a panic, she tried to swim to safety, but only succeeded in placing herself in the very center of the jellyfish swarm before her arms slowed almost completely and she simply drifted, helpless. To her surprise, the amorphous creatures around her seemed to sense her trapped condition and began to gather closer. Suddenly she felt a number of fleshy tentacles wrap around her left leg. She wanted to pull away from the organism, but her body simply wouldn't respond. In moments, there were several more of the creatures entangling the rest of her form, and to her horror and confusion, playing with zipper of her wetsuit. She swallowed nervously as her only real protection was manipulated open clear to her crotch. She wanted to scream in fear when they first pulled the garment open, exposing her chest, but she could do little more than move her eyes as they reached in with their slippery soft tentacles and began to caress her bare skin. A fiery pleasure blossomed in her breasts as her nipples were teased to hardened points. What were the creatures doing? Surely, she thought, they couldn't be intentionally stimulating her... could they?

The question was answered for her when the first tendril slid down over her belly and under the edge of her wetsuit. A few moments later it was wiggling sensuously through her own slippery flesh and into her depths, driving her nearly insane with arousal.

Created by the Mallidrid Genetics Core, this creature was designed with human females in mind almost exclusively. Hundreds of thousands of these are dropped onto the surface of a human world and simply left to do their work. Powerful tentacle arms allow the scorpion-like organism to traverse almost any environment, hiding in trees and on ceilings in wait for it's prey.

It will seek to get it's forward limb up under the target, both cupping their sex, and positioning a unique organelle known as a "thumper" against the small of the back. Thin, but very strong tendrils hold the thumper in place, and it is generally said that once affixed in this way, any hope of escape is greatly diminished. The organelle emits a low frequency vibration coupled with carefully tuned electrical impulses which course through the back of the victim and interrupt the spinal nerves. In this way, the creature is able to not only immobilize it's prey, but cause them to experience sensation as well.

Once fully captured, the construct will snuggle it's frontal mouth-pore against the female's sex and use it's long, powerful tongue to penetrate and arouse the victim. Few human captives are able to resist for very long, and will soon be forced into orgasm. The victim will be tormented in this way, driven repeatedly into ecstasy until their will is broken and they can be "collected" as puppets by their Mallidrid masters.

Lured by the fragrant scent of the flowers, Lara was easy prey for the powerful pheromones that dazzled her mind and warped her sense of time. She simply stood there sleepily as the strange creature reached out with its many fine tendrils and carefully began to remove her clothing. Then, gently drawing her back, it began it's real work. Caught up in a dizzy wash of euphoria, the tomb raider was completely unaware of her danger... at least until a pod-like bud between her thighs used it's fine tentacles to ply open her own flower and insert it's slippery fingers into her depths. She cried out briefly in shock, and for a moment even struggled to break free. But it was too late. The pleasure was simply too wonderful and her cry of fear turned quickly into one of rapture. Helplessly giving in to the erotic seduction, her body shook in orgasm after orgasm as the bulk of the creature behind her slowly reached forward and began to engulf her.

I wish this had a story, but honestly, it was mostly a practice session.

Chris just knew that the whole Japanese Schoolgirl costume thing was a bad idea.

Page 3 of Dana's Journal.

Page 2 of Dana's Journal.

Though on a constant quest to update the Field Guide, Dana doesn't report everything to the professor. This is the first page in a new series.