Marissa's taken advantage of Emma's kindness one too many times. When Emma traps her in a mud pit full of tentacle worms, Marissa quickly learns just how resentful she is. What can she do to get Emma to help her, before the tentacles have their way with her? 5892 words! Peril, tentacle sex, sexual humiliation, double penetration, and breeding! Adults only! All characters over 18.
Suddenly, I was being molested by so many more tentacles. Both my sudden movements and the fact that I was much closer to the center of the pit had alerted the rest of the tentacle worms to my presence. They quickly pursued me, throwing their collective weight onto my body, until I could no longer stand. I sunk to my knees in the mud, my arms pushing down against the floor, leaving me defenseless against the onslaught of worms teasing and tickling my sensitive skin. My mind was swimming, and I could scarcely breathe. It was taking everything I had not to succumb to their advances and let them tease and pleasure my crotch. In fact, I was about to give up and let them inside of me, when Emma mentioned,
"Oh, just so you know, I'm recording all of this, so try not to act too disgracefully, okay? Unless you want your friends to know how much of a sick, disgusting pervert you really are."
"W-What!? Emma, you can't be serious!?"
I couldn't believe my ears. If my friends saw this, I'd never be able to bear seeing them again! My eyes scanned the perimeter, desperately searching for some kind of camera lens. I didn't see anything of the sort, but knowing Emma and her gadgets, she probably wasn't lying about this.
"Well, if you pay me everything you owe me, I might consider keeping the video to myself and not showing anyone."
"Isn't this blackmail!?"
"You're free to think what you want, but you really don't have a right to complain."
She had a point. I've been mooching off her for several months now. This is what I get for taking advantage of her goodwill so shamelessly. I hadn't really meant to at first, but her forgiving attitude made it so easy. Before I knew it, I had started completely relying on her to take care of the rent. But even if she wanted me to pay her back, it's not like I had the money lying around anywhere.
No matter what, I couldn't let myself be filmed masturbating to these tentacle things. For the sake of my pride, I had to resist the urge to let myself go and indulge in my perverted desires.
The tentacles continue to attack, tantalizing my entire body and eroding my willpower piece by piece. I couldn't help but shiver when one began to stroke against my crotch. It was coming directly in contact with my clit, each rub causing a blissful tremor to run through me. No matter how I twisted away, it pursued me. It wouldn't leave my nub alone, stroking and flicking its tip against the spot where it protruded out, giving me incessant moments of pleasure shocks. I was shaking all over, muscles tensed, captivated by the tentacles swarming all over me, fantasizing involuntarily about what it would be like to have them inside my crotch, pleasuring my inner walls with their slick, slimy appendages.
My need for release was slowly taking over. Breathing erratically, I felt as if my entire body was rippling with sensations. I could scarcely think. I knew that I wanted it desperately, that craving to be completely filled up. Slowly, my resistance crumbled, until with a squeeze of a tentacle against my taint, it shattered. I didn't care anymore that I was being recorded, or how scandalous it would look. There was only one thing on my mind: To enjoy myself with tentacles in every hole!
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Published August 27, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.