Fuckin' Tentacles by Barbie Lez

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Synopsis

A dark, rainy night. A young, stranded virgin. A pool of mysterious black water. A hideous sea monster with tentacles as long as an adult anaconda. What more could you want? How about a little sex? How about a lot?

Excerpt from Fuckin’ Tentacles:
I barely had time to finish taking in every detail before the tentacles suddenly came to life. Perfectly synchronized and moving with incredibly speed, they shot forward. My heart leaped in my chest and I tried to make a run for it, but the tentacles reached me before I could take a single step.

They wrapped themselves around my ankles and forced me to the ground. I was now on my stomach. I could feel the cold tiles of the floor as I desperately scratched and clawed for freedom. But the tentacles were too powerful. They slowly, inexorably dragged me backward. I feared they would pull me into the pool, where I would suffer a horrific, painful death.

They didn’t. I came to a stop on the very edge of the pool. Only my feet and ankles hung over the edge, my toes mere inches from the black water—I didn’t remember losing my scandals, but I was now barefoot. I breathed a sigh of relief, but the air was forced from my lungs when I was flipped onto my back and slammed forcefully against the floor.

I gasped for air, my vision a blur of tears and fuzzy shapes. By the time my vision returned, I could breathe normally again. But the deep inhale I had been taking halted before completion when I realized what was happening. More tentacles had joined the first two. They were now half a dozen of them. The first two still held my ankles while two of the newcomers did the same to my wrists. The final two had slithered beneath my clothes. I could feel their slimy skin against mine, the suction cups that covered them sending shivers of distress rippling through my entire body.

I struggled to break free, but I was pinned down. The tentacles continued to explore my frame, covering every inch of it in slime. I was repulsed, but also oddly grateful. I had always loved being massaged and those suction cups were working wonders on my tired and stressed muscles.

But this was no mere massage; it was a forceful and life-threatening experience. I continued to struggle until the tentacles finally left my body. I experienced a moment of relief before I realized what they were doing. They used the powerful muscles that made up their anatomy to part my clothes from my body. The more they pulled, the weaker the fabric got. It took a few seconds, but my clothes were eventually torn to shreds. I was now naked…
 

About Barbie Lez

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Published December 31, 2015 by Triple Erotica. 27 pages
Genres: Erotica, Literature & Fiction. Fiction