Scarlett Johansson got a production deal with Netflix for an "inspired by a true story" series where she also played the FBI agent investigating disappearances in a remote New Mexico town. The women disappearing were typically young, curvy, and busty. Scarlett envisioned the series as a horror mystery.
Scarlett found herself becoming paranoid about her own curvaceous body, preoccupied with questions about the disappearances. Where they still alive? Was it connected to UFO sightings? Were they serial killings? Could it be multiple serial killers? If they were murdered, what were their last moments like? Were they killed quickly or tortured slowly? What happened to their bodies? The thought that in the desert a serial killer could take their time doing to a woman whatever they wanted then dispose of her corpse where it would never be found made Scarlett uneasy, imagining herself sprawled on back as a nude corpse in the desert being disemboweled by vultures.
The sun had already sunk behind the mountains as Scarlett left the set much later that Friday than she planned. Paranoid that her curvaceous body, would make her a target of whoever or whatever was targeting the voluptuous victims, Scarlett found her mind wandering as she walked to her SUV, regretting that in order to maintain secrecy she had accepting staying at the isolated house where she was living during filming. Her anxiety level began rising as she started the drive to the house.
The only light when Scarlett arrived home was the illumination from a bright full moon. She thought she must have forgotten to set the timers that turned on the outside lights. Instead of driving around back to the detached garage, Scarlett stopped on the gravel in front of her house and parked. All she wanted to do was get inside and pour herself a double shot of vodka. As Scarlett sat peering into shadows from trees and bushes cast by the moonlight, Scarlett was engulfed by fear, imagined terrors overwhelming her mind .
Her chest heaving, her body shaking, Scarlett stepped out of her SUV. Suddenly waves of nausea hit her. Scarlett felt herself becoming delirious, too dizzy to stand, sweat soaking her clothes as it poured out of her feverish body while she clung to the door trying to steady herself. As her knees buckled, Scarlett fell to the ground beside the SUV, dropping to all fours as she violently retched, pumping streams of vomit out her gaping mouth. Her bowels loosening, Scarlett felt feces oozing into her thong then sliding down her thighs.
Scarlett's ordeal was only just beginning. What Scarlett did not suspect was when she stepped out of the SUV the unseen entities she feared were already waiting for her. Scarlett was now their powerless victim, her voluptuous body their puppet, with worse to come. The degrading acts being forced on her body were only just the start.
Suddenly the waves of intense nausea washing over Scarlett's body abruptly stopped. Scarlett stayed on all fours, breath coming in short sharp gasps, belly and thigh muscles twitching, body shaking convulsively. After several minutes Scarlett felt steady enough to grab the SUV door and stand herself up. Looking down at her vomit and feces splattered clothing, soaked with sweat, Scarlett felt filthy and degraded. Despite the chilly desert air, she began stripping. First the blouse, skirt, and shoes, then the black lace bra, garter belt, and stockings, and finally the thong, still filled with feces. It was a struggle for Scarlett not to vomit from the stench as she slid the thong down her shapely legs and stepped out of it.
Staggering to the low stone wall surrounding her house, Scarlett stepped through the gate, grabbed a garden hose, opened the spigot, twisted the nozzle, then began washing herself, spraying off the filth from between her legs. Still feeling feverish, Scarlett held the nozzle over her head and let the water pour over her body, losing all awareness of time until she felt herself violently shivering. After replacing the hose on its rack and turning off the water, Scarlett, eager to warm herself with shots of vodka and a hot shower, felt something between her legs.
As Scarlett looked down she saw between her thighs a metallic mechanical tentacle, glistening in the bright moonlight, tipped with an obscenely huge pod studded with scores of short stiff spines. Frozen in horror, Scarlett watched as the tentacle pressed the pod against her anus. Scarlett opened wide for a scream, but before she could draw a breath the pod was savagely thrust into her, half buried in her rectum as it stretched her anus wide. Clawing at her belly as she dropped to her knees, Scarlett's face twisted in agonized grimaces. With another brutal thrust, the pod was rammed all the way in, filling her rectum. Scarlett could feel the pod twisting and turning inside her rectum as the tentacle pumped her. No longer able to control her body, Scarlett began violently driving her pelvis downward, responding in time with the tentacle's upward thrusts.
Eyes rolling back in her head, tongue mindlessly sliding over her voluptuous lips, Scarlett felt more tentacles gripping her, grabbing her wrists and pinning her arms behind her back, others wrapping around her ankles and yanking her legs into a wide split, then dragging her to the stone wall and slamming her on it facedown, knocking the breath out of her. Whip-like tentacles began flogging Scarlett, lashing her back, ass, and thighs. As the flogging continued, the tentacles gripping Scarlett began grinding her on the wall, sliding her body back and forth as the rough stone scraped the tender flesh of her breasts and nipples, preparing Scarlett for the next penetration of her body.
Another tentacle like the one that had first penetrated Scarlett, but tipped by an obscenely larger pod, pressed its pod against her labia, driving deeper into Scarlett each time her body slid backwards. As the pod filled her cunt, Scarlett was lifted upright, the motion of her body becoming more violent, the tentacles using her body weight to push the pod deeper and deeper, until finally it was driven through Scarlett's cervix into her uterus. Eyes wide and glazed, mouth gaping, chest heaving, head slamming back and forth, the sounds Scarlett could muster were harsh grunts and rasping croaks, barely louder than the obscene slurping sounds from between her legs.
The nightmarish rape had already been going for over an hour, but the tentacles were still not done with Scarlett. While the tentacles in her cunt and ass continued brutally pumping her, viscously sliding the pods back and forth inside her like pistons, Scarlett was lowered back down to her knees as several of the tentacles that had been flogging her wrapped tightly around her head, holding Scarlett upright. A third tentacle like the ones that already had penetrated her slid its pod between Scarlett's lips, stretching her jaws wide as it pushed into her mouth, over her tongue and into her throat, forcing her head back as it rammed down her esophagus, silencing her grunts and croaks as her throat obscenely bulged. The tentacles that had been pinning Scarlett's arms behind her released their grip, letting Scarlett's arms dangle as her body swayed.
Once the tentacles around her head let go, the only thing keeping the semi-conscious Scarlett from falling over was the tentacle in her esophagus. Her empty eyes fluttering, sweat streamed down Scarlett's body, matting her long dirty blonde hair to her massive breasts as it dripped from her nipples. The pod in her esophagus kept burrowing through her until it burst out into her stomach. Meanwhile the pod in her ass worked its way up through her rectum, pushed up though her descending colon, across her belly through her transverse colon, then down her ascending colon until it reached her small intestine.
Her limp arms swinging like pendulums, Scarlett was lifted up into a standing position with the pod in her stomach, her body swinging as her feet left the ground. Next, Scarlett began air dancing as the pod in her colon repeatedly rammed her torso upwards, thrusting her pelvis forward in an obscene parody of sex while the pod in her cunt repeatedly pulled out and rammed itself back in so deep it was almost bursting Scarlett's uterus.
As the pod in her stomach was pulled back out through her mouth, Scarlett was left suspended bent over backwards, head dangling. Streams of viscous milk-like cum burst from Scarlett's mouth as she convulsively vomited, pooling on the ground beneath her. Inside Scarlett the pod in her belly had exited her colon and was now working its way through her small intestine. Half an hour after the vomiting began, the pod was shoving its way up Scarlett's throat, obscenely squeezing her intestines out her mouth as it pushed its way between her lips.
Now that it had fully penetrated her, the tentacle impaling Scarlett began finding new ways to explore her juicy body, even as the pod up her cunt continued ferociously pumping her. The tentacle began by raising Scarlett to a standing position with her feet dangling above the ground, then savagely bent her body backwards like a pretzel until her head and arms hung vertically behind her, Scarlett's shoulders at the same height as her ass. Her arms and legs swinging like pendulums as the pod between her legs pounded her. The tentacle impaling Scarlett bent her even more until her head was between her thighs.
As tentacles squeezed Scarlett's meaty breasts with huge serrated claws like a lobster's, clamping her breasts tightly together, the pod in her cunt was jerked out and jammed between her breasts, furiously tit fucking Scarlett as it rammed up and down like a piston. Thick milky cum soon began gushing from her breasts, splattering Scarlett's belly and the insides of her thighs. The pod stretching her jaws wide shot out from between her lips then buried itself in her cunt. Scarlett's head bobbed up and down, the back of her head slamming against her crotch, as the pod began rhythmically pumping her cunt.
Awakened by the first sunlight coming over the mountains, a groggy Scarlett was sprawled facedown in front of her house. Her mind in a fog, at first Scarlett couldn't recognize where she was or how she got there. As she rolled onto her back and sat herself up, her muscles stiff and battered, moving her aching body was agony. Looking down at her filthy nude body, breasts caked in vomit, dirt and dried blood, her face a mask of confusion, Scarlett could recall nothing about the previous night.
