An African-American woman named Laura was quite beautiful for her twenty-three years. Black leather, enclosed under narrow running shorts, a thin blouse and new white sneakers, bought a couple of days ago, glittered in the light of the sun's rays. Elastic breasts of the third size, rocking in time with the bra, as opposed to a fixed, smooth feminine press. She had long lived in this small town, where every house was familiar and every street was recognizable. It was the morning of the usual July day, when among the surrounding fields, small buildings and abandoned industrial buildings, where Laura loved to run, there was a slight dew and fog spread along the ground.

The car, in the production lane, turned out quite suddenly. Laura noticed the teenagers rushing in the car at the last moment and rushed to the left, hooking the propped reinforced door. The blow fell on his shoulder and she fell into the long-abandoned production plant. The sliding door slid shut with a screech, under the pressure of a hydraulic actuator, and the car went off into the distance. The exit was not visible, and the only possible direction was the descent to the lower production level, closed by a loose wooden door.

- Wonderfully simple, that’s what I’ve run about. - said Laura, trying to remove from the path of a wooden barrier.

Happened! She jogged down and went out into a flat hall, onto a platform shared in the middle of a strange-looking moat, looking like a pool stretched the entire length of a wide aisle. The moat or the pool was with steps on its side and the opposite side, and everything would be fine, but it was filled with an opaque strange liquid, yellowish-white and flesh-colored.

- So what to do now ?! I will not be able to go through here, and I will not return back. - in a rumor Laura was indignant, having spread her arms in the sides.

The length of the moat was about ten to fifteen meters, not more. A line of a crane with a low-hung hook, which previously probably caught the engines of large tractors, ran along the center. And then Laura came to the only right decision.

- We'll have to move. - she said in a rumor. - But not in clothes! It is then only released, and the sneakers are not worn at all.

Laura decided. She took off her shirt, took off the purple lace bra, thin panties of the same color, covering perfectly shaved vagina, sneakers, wristbands and hair clip, which immediately stretched to the narrow feminine shoulders. All that she could, she threw it like that and what not - put it in sneakers and threw it on the other side. Now back there was definitely no return.

- Brr, cool. - she went to the very edge of the pool. The fluid reached the very top. - I will hold the hook, so as not to get bogged down here at all.

And yet she was afraid. Is it enough? With two boys, Laura faked the liquid and turned it through the air. It looked like some kind of very wet and warm, almost hot, mucus, which was also quite thick in addition to everything. She enveloped her fingers like butter and warmed so pleasantly, mmm ...
Laura began to carefully descend the stairs, holding the crane with her hands, which had to be pulled out to its full length. Viscous, pleasantly hot mucus penetrated literally everywhere and even squeezed black skin a little. She was amazingly relaxing the muscles with her warmth, and because of the density of mucus, she also maintained the weight, making the slow steps very pleasant. Laura kept going down the stairs and the level of mucus came close to her vagina.

- Uh, I can not let go of the tap. - she said. - And the descent is not over yet. Muscles like cotton ...

As soon as the narrow, girlish vagina plunged into the mucus - she, under the pressure of her weight, gently pushed her, at first compressed, sexual lips to the maximum width and wrapped the entire perineum with indescribable heat.

“Ahhh ...” - only Laura said, continuing to walk.

When the level of mucus reached the beginning of the breast, the womb was already emanating relaxed and calm. The stomach was tied up with muscles - relaxed and slightly bulging at the pubis, washed from all sides.
In the end, the level of hot mucus reached her neck, wetting her black hair back like a night, and stopped. Laura walked about six meters. After a few more slow steps, before her deep navel in the abdomen, something rough touched and began to rub gently with rotation, relaxing the muscles of the already relaxed abdomen even more.

- Ahh! What!

She felt her hands on the tap clinging to a much harder and tenacious mucus than the one in which her body was tied. Lifting her head, she wanted to scream in horror, but the hot mucus smeared on her throat prevented her from doing so. Bundles simply did not obey.
The mucus that bound her hands stood out from the clutches of an incredibly large centipede, slowly picking out its plump, rounded bald paws on the crane beam. There was no head as such, as if the whole of it consisted of one body. The part of the body directed towards Laura was of a flesh-colored color, with many pods bearing, resembling either a large worm swarming along the whole body, toli pistillate tentacles. Toward the back, there was a solid, knobby growth on the back and two thin, closed strips dividing the creature's abdomen. It is definitely alien! - thought Laura. It was about the length of a torso of a dark-skinned woman. Having finished his job and stepping back a few meters, the creature seemed to have fallen into a hot slimy slush.

- Come on, come on! - Laura tried to free the hand, but the mucus, like a huge chewing gum, did not let her out of her arms.

She felt movement again at her feet. That was it! That creature!

The centipede, resting on Laura's legs, slowly crawled onto her back, clinging to her torso and chest with rough, but at the same time, like silk, numerous legs.

- God, God, God! - Only repeated African-American, unable to do anything.

The centipede moved closer to her back, completely clinging to it.

- Aaaahh! - the tentacle worms protruding from the body of the centipede, fastened along the vertebrae and began to frantically slobber the skin of Laura.

The tail end of the centipede pulled up and went through the crotch of the woman, tightly pressed everything - from the tailbone to the womb. Worms zakoposhilis and despite the moans of Laura, cleaned her vaginal lips with a clitoris from the mucus stuck to them. But only in order to open a space for action.
Closed stripes, on the creature's abdomen, dispersed, also revealing the passage of the vagina. A thick tentacle, studded with wavy, wriggling pieces of sklazy hot flesh along its entire length, emerged from the growth and slowly began to crawl deeper and deeper into the most intimate place of a human female. Laura's tunnel of love swayed and constantly shrunk, carefully smeared with mucus with the help of swaying tentacles, like mad waves.

“No, just not there, no ...” she moaned, getting another orgasm.

After careful lubrication, the tentacle reached the uterus and began to spew even more hot streams of semen into it.

- I have the same days ... I'll get pregnant ...

And Laura was absolutely right. As soon as the tentacle squeezed inside the black woman's womb of the order of a liter of light green liquid, life immediately began to germinate in it. The fucking tentacle, however, did not even think of leaving her vagina, continuing to lubricate its passage to perfect smoothness and not allowing a drop of greenish seed to spill out of the swollen abdomen. Laura's tight labia gently and tightly encircled the beginning of the tentacle, the worm processes of which were still frantically frantic in her bosom.
Because of the hot mucus that clung to the womb outside, she, despite everything that happens in the vagina, was relaxed under the weight of a viscous greenish seed, in which life had already formed.Heat served as a catalyst for the seed, indicating the favorable external environment and the ability to give birth in such an environment.
And life was forming extremely fast! An hour after the start of mating with the centipede, Laura felt something creeping and moving inside.

- Aahhh ...

She could not see it, but three hybrids of slug and squid, inside her already stuck to the vital juices of the woman. They with might and main grew, and the soft processes of the centipede stroked and caressed her belly. The worms on the back relax and at the same time level the posture for future births. Consciousness did not leave Laura for a second. She felt everything and understood everything. An hour later, when the waters broke, it was time.
The birth was quick and completely painless, contrary to her expectations. When the centipede pulled out its tentacle and detached from the labia - the small octopus-slugs slid along a blurred tunnel of the womb and dissolved into the depths of the warm mass.

After half an hour, Laura's belly miraculously fell into place!

- Thank! She said. - Thank you so much! I thought they would tear me apart ...

Hands also become freer. The sticky mucus dissolved and it was easy to get free.
With some effort, she managed to reach the other end of the platform and Laura fell backwards on the cold floor. How long she lay like that — Laura had no idea, but when she woke up, it was as light in the hangar as she had just entered his palaces.

- I will not believe if I tell. She said at last. - I gave birth! Unthinkable, however ... oddly enough, it was even pleasant. Such sensations ... - Laura felt her pussy. His bosom was still smeared with hot mucus.

Ahead was the door wide open. She had never seen her before, but so what? The exit is the exit.

“Finally it was all over ...” she said, looking at her.

But Laura was wrong.