Struggling to my feet I went to the slab, trying to force it open to no avail. I became aware that the room was not entirely dark, there was a faint glow back in the distance, and in its dim light, I saw the shapes of bodies writhing upon the ground. I knew now for sure that these bellowings were of lust and intense pleasure. The bodies were alone, however, with no partners visible and hands busy gripping and clawing at breast and hair.
Then I heard the noise.
A wet slithering came from the shadows, as of great snakes rushing towards me. And when I saw them, I knew snakes were not the cause, but rather something closer to an octopus or cuttlefish. I recoiled as they came, nearly a half-dozen, and fell backwards in shock. The tentacles gripped at my feet with an impressive strength and were quickly at the skin of my calves beneath my pant legs. I felt the same tingle as I had whence my hand brushed the ooze on the wall. It buzzed with a strange heat that was not unpleasant save for the appendage it came from.
I pulled back, working to my feet and pounding at the great slab. My attempts were cut short as I was soon wrapped in the grasp of several reaching tendrils around my wrists, ankles, and middle. The feelers sought out flesh by instinct, and my body began to relax against my will as the warm buzz filled my muscles. Then my feet left the ground and I was carried through the air into the dark. I fought as best I could, the tentacles reaching beneath my clothes to probe.
Though I tried, I could not deny the excitement that arose as the perfume and anesthetic raced through me. I noticed my breath slowing and the growing heat between my legs, and my body jerked as I felt a tentacle make its way beneath my bra to clasp itself onto my hardened nipple. I added my voice to those of the others for just a moment as the air escaped my lungs. I didn’t want this, I knew I didn’t, and yet…
The seat of my pants was sopping, and as I struggled in the alien grip my heart raced. I noticed then similar tendrils covering the bodies around me, probing, touching, buried deep between lips and legs. I spotted Teresa among them as my shirt was lifted over my head. In turn, all of my clothes were worked off my body by the dexterous feelers, and soon I felt the tips peeling off my soaked panties and teasing at the soft skin of my inner thighs. I tried to resist, but was powerless, and this futility only served to excite me more.
I was near begging, my sex enflamed and eager, hot lust gushing to coat my thighs and seat. The tentacles of the thing gripped and teased my breasts, latching to my nipples with a powerful vacuum. I bit my lip, unable to think straight and knowing now why these women were moaning as they were.
Slowly, the thing worked its way up my legs and I knew this was it. Sweat covered my body as I fought for air, my face blushed with desire as the point of a large tendril came to trace between my swollen lips. My muscles flexed as an inhuman pleasure raced through my veins, a kind I had never felt in all my many congresses. And as it entered me, I became like those girls upon the floor–lost to the pleasure and the desire.
Yet, some part of me held out, denying the pleasure and insisting on the wrongness of it–pathos pleading with logos and losing profoundly each second. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was terrible, and yet…It was the greatest sexual arousal I had ever known. The strange perfume and the erotic ooze that now coated my body had coerced me into a state of complete submission. A state I had never embraced, but now felt entirely satisfying.
My lungs emptied with a deep moan as the creature fucked me, my body arching in mid air, as I was held suspended. Soon, it came to search for more openings. I yielded readily and was taken. I screamed in lust around the tentacle in my mouth as the thing fixed a sucker across my clitoris. I was now filled entirely, and I could feel the being drawing something out of me, some intangible psychic drainage that I had not known to exist. In exchange I was receiving an unimaginable pleasure.
I know not how many times I climaxed in that cave. I recall only that I had never known sex so great in all my life, and I will not pretend that I ever shall again. But during that coupling, I still retained my sanity, however feverish it might have been. I did not descend into the depths of true passionate madness until, bleary eyed and nearing exhaustion, I happed to look into the shadows and see the thing that was driving me to orgasm after nerve splitting orgasm. I watched, enraptured, as the pair of tentacles pounded away between my thighs, and as I released I allowed my gaze to follow their girth down to the floor and into the darkness. I saw it there, a mass of reaching appendages, horrific mouths, and numerous eyes.
I cannot recall its shape and description clearly, though I try. The doctors urge me to recreate the image on paper with pencil and crayon. Each attempt fails to capture the thing’s terrible beauty, but the memories the reproductions stir lead me, without fail, to shameless masturbation. I have written this now only over a period of several hours, often with only one hand available at a time.
When I saw the thing is when my memories stop, for once I gazed upon it my mind was completely lost to a depraved love for a creature so unearthly that I cannot recall it correctly. I do not know how long I was in that cavern, begging and panting and fucking that beast. I know only that I finally came back to rationality within the walls of this institution. They had found me, and the other women, nude and stranded on the edge of Fort Acres, raving in the cold and the mud.
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