Clementina - S02 E08

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Clementina - S02 E08

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 8

She looked down at me.

"I guess you're not up for another round..." she said.

"Christ mom," I replied, shaking my head. "No more."

"Oh well, you can't blame a girl for asking. You look like shit," she said. "You sure you don't want to stay home and get some rest?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "Maybe will after all."

I drank a glass of water, had some toast for breakfast, and wandered outside aimlessly, just wanting to get out of the house for a bit before I came back in and probably went back to bed. Clementina was in the front garden when I went out. I told her about my missing body hair.

"That's not unusual," she said. "Phallites do that to some people. Everyone loses some body hair to some extent, it just looks like you were an extreme case. Don't sweat it."

I nodded, accepted a hug, and wandered around the yard and the fields for a half hour or so. I finally went back inside, climbed back up to the attic and fell down onto my bare mattress and pillow that were still damp from my exertions the night before.

I slept soundly, thankfully free of nightmares, until around 2:00 in the afternoon, when I awoke. My head was still a little foggy but I! thought might feel just a hair better than that morning.

Clementina was in the pool. I changed into my trunks and joined her. I dove in and swam to where she was treading water in the deep part of the pool.

"You skipped class today," she said.

"I was beat this morning," said. "I didn't sleep well." I told her about my nightmares, and my strange tongue-and-labia sexual experience with my mother that didn't actually happen.

"I've been thinking about that tentacle creature," she said. "And I've been thinking about your mother."

"What about her?"

"Have you noticed anything different about her in the past 24 hours since she was raped by that creature?" "Like what?"

"Like as soon as you went back to bed this morning, she came out to where was working in the garden and talked me into coming in for a two-hour multiple-orgasm sex session. Afterwards, I went back out to the garden for a couple hours. When came back, she was going at it with Ona. Your mom has become insatiable. I hope she's drinking a lot of water, because she needs to replace all that slime she's pouring out."

"I did kind of notice that. She fucked me right after we got back from the caves yesterday, then wanted to go at it again later, then we did it in the kitchen this morning. If I had been fucked the way that thing fucked her, I wouldn't want sex for a week."

"Exactly," Clementina said. "Are you up for an expedition?"

"Where?"

"Back to that chamber where the tentacle monster is. There's something not right there."

"I'm down with that."

Clementina told Ona where we were going and told her to stall my mom if she started asking questions (probably not difficult). She brought out a couple of waterproof flashlights, then Clementina and I set out across the field to the barn cave entrance in our swimsuits. I had on my trunks and Clementina had on one of her "turns invisible when wet one piece suits that was already wet from being in the pool, so it was already invisible.

The nexus was pretty much as we had left it, the one door to the left of the pink vaginal tunnel was open. We had accidentally left the light on in the room with the tentacle thing and the light spilled into the tunnel as we made our way back down to the room with the urn.

The huge statue of the squatting woman with the insane tongue still stood as we left it, her huge lobes hanging down above the chaise beneath her, the urn before her between her knees.

Clementina hung back, but I approached the urn and looked down into the red water in the well. I could only see about the first five or six feet into the blood-red liquid, but couldn't see any sign of the tentacle creature. I turned on the flashlight and shined it down the well. Far down, probably fifteen or twenty feet, I could see something hanging out at the bottom, something dark and multi- limbed. I assumed it was the tentacle creature.

Clementina approached beside me and looked down, shining the flashlight with mine. Together we could clearly Illuminate the monster lurking in the depths, but it still showed no sign of moving. Clementina played her light up the walls of the well, then stopped and pointed.

About halfway up the wall was an opening leading back in the direction underneath the statue. An underwater tunnel.

"I wonder," said Clementina.

"What?" I asked.

"Did you notice that when your mother went into the water she was wearing her bikini and thong, then when she came back out she was nude?"

"So?" I asked. "That was a pretty flimsy outfit, it wouldn't take much to dislodge it."

"The top, yes, but the bottom?" Clementina said. "In case you hadn't noticed, women's phallite hips are not exactly trivial. My measurements are 42DD-25-42, pretty standard phallite female numbers. Your mom's behind is a little smaller, but it's at least a 39 or 40. When that thing grabbed her, I guarantee you she tightened her ass muscles. She was only underwater a few seconds. I have trouble believing her thong came off that easily."

"So what are you saying?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, but there's more going on here than meets the eye."

She leaned forward again and played her light across the opening in the well wall.

"I want to know what's back in that hole," she said, finally.

"I don't know about you, but I'm not keen on the idea of diving back in there."

"Yeah, me neither, Clementina said. "But that thing seems pretty docile now. I wonder why."

"It was pretty docile yesterday too, if you remember," said. "When we attacked it, it didn't hurt us, it just pushed us back. I somehow don't think it will hurt us. Maybe we should see what happens don't think it will hurt us. Maybe we should see what happens when we push our luck."

I reached down and trailed my hand across the liquid, then stuck my whole arm in, then pulled it out. When the rippled cleared I played my flashlight downwards. The creature hadn't moved. I climbed up onto the lip of the urn and slipped my feet in, dangling them down. Again, no sign of movement.