Bernice And The Otherworldly Calamari

Bernice was just standing up from catching her breath. Before she could react someone grabbed her from behind. She opened her mouth to scream but a cloth was **** over her lips and nose, muffling her cry for help. Immediately, she felt a wave of lightheadedness and blackness crept in around the corners of her vision. The cloth was soaked in something that made her feel sleepy. She struggled against the person grabbing her but all that did was make her gasp and breathe in more of the vapours as she failed to fight them off. Her vision faded completely and she felt her body go limp before passing out.

Bernice awoke with a splitting headache and a dry taste in her mouth. Her eyelids felt too heavy to open and her back was laying on something cold and hard. She could hear chanting. Rhythmic, synchronised, deep toned words in a language she did not understand. Latin or Greek maybe? She caught the occasional phrase that sounded familiar… It reminded her of her old Game Master's cultist TTRPG game. Her body felt unusually cold. Bernice **** her eyes open and looked up into the reflective surface of the ceiling above her.

A mirror mounted there reflected her body. She had been stripped and bound to a stone table of some kind. She was in the centre of a chamber lit with green flames in sconces around the room. Her hands were tied firmly with ropes on either side, ankles just as secure with more rope lower down on the table. Bernice tried to cry out around the gag that was wedged in her mouth. It muffled her voice even more than the cloth had. She could see in the mirror that the gag seemed to be made of her own purple and black stockings. One of them tied up around her face and the other, she presumed, stuffed into her mouth.

Bernice tensed against the bindings, they held firmly. She squirmed about trying to break free or wiggle out of the ropes. But nothing she did could free her from where she was. It was then that she noticed where the chanting was coming from. Robed figures stood between the green burning lights. Obscured mostly by shadows, they continued to chant while slowly walking forward in towards Bernice. The woman continued to struggle fruitlessly while screaming and crying out as loud as she could through the gag. But her voice was not even loud enough to be heard over the chanting as it began to pick up in pace and volume.

As the figures came closer to Bernice. She froze. They had blades in their hands. The green flames glinted off of them as they raised them high. Bernice felt tears well in her eyes as she lay there frozen in place. Was she going to die? The chanting reached a fever pitch and they brought their blades up even higher before plunging them down. Bernice flinched. The blades came down into the figures' own chests before they burst into blinding green flames. Wind blew around the room and all the other flames died down as the figures silently burned to ash in the blink of an eye.

Darkness filled the room. Bernice held her breath as her heart raced. Green light flared again around the room. Where each of the figures had stood mere moments ago, swirling green portals appeared. They expanded in size as the dim light lit up the dark chamber. Bernice let out a shaky breath. She wasn't dead… not dead… a purple tendril snaked out of one of the portals and wiggled towards Bernice… not dead, yet. She shuddered as the tendril reached out towards her. Still bound in place Bernice could do nothing to stop it from touching her. She gasped as the wet, slimy surface of it grazed across her chubby stomach.

The tendril seemed to react to touching her as well. Coiling slowly around her mid section. Creeping further across her body as it explored her flesh. Bernice turned her head away and tried not to think about the sensation of that slimy thing gliding across her body. She flinched as she saw more purple tendrils coming from the other portals. They seemed to be probing and searching blindly around as well but had not found Bernice yet. She tried to stay quiet and hold her breath but the tendril upon her body did not make it easy for her. It snaked up from her stomach and into the valley between her whopping big tits.

Bernice could not help the muffled yelp she let out and that was all it took for the other tendrils to turn in her direction. They surged towards her and Bernice shut her eyes tightly. Within seconds they were all over her body. Slimy, wet tendrils snaked around her large form. They crept across every inch of her flesh. Wrapping around her limbs. Coiling about her torso. Winding between and around her massive breasts. Delving into her crevices, the ones between her love handles, her thick thighs and even between her hefty ass cheeks.

Bernice shuddered as they touched her there. The breasts were bad enough. Sensitive to the touch of the alien appendages around them as they squeezed and groped her boobs but her lower holes were completely off limits. The tendrils did not seem to care. They probed at her pussy lips, which, much to Bernice's shame, were already as wet as the tendrils themselves, easily allowing two of them to penetrate her with ease. She moaned into her gag as her body squirmed within the grasp of the tendrils, once more straining the ropes. The tendrils dug in deep to her pussy, slithering around one another as they coiled around each other to thrust into her hard.

The tendrils grasped around the ropes binding her. They pulled on them firmly and the ropes snapped off from their anchor points. Before Bernice could make use of her freedom the tendrils grasped her limbs tightly as they lifted her up off the stone bench. They held her aloft while continuing to explore her body and pound her pussy. Bernice moaned and squirmed in the air as her legs were spread wider. Once lifted up, the tendrils had better access to her ass. They were quick to take advantage of that as one of them wiggled in between her cheeks. She tried to clench up and deny them access but the tendril was too wet and slick. It easily slipped in between her firmly clenched cheeks.

Bernice bucked and let out this mewing whine as it slithered into her puckered hole. It was extremely slippery and able to wiggle up inside of her asshole. Bernice let out this shuddering breath into the gag. She was completely overwhelmed as her eyes welled with tears once more. It hurt to be fucked for the first time in her ass but she was completely distracted by the tendrils hammering into her pussy. Especially as a third one slipped in there and Bernice felt like she was being split in half. She came hard as they drove in deep against her g-spot only for them to continue to fuck her holes.

Through multiple orgasms, Bernice felt the pressure in her ass slowly become less painful. The tendril there was thinner. More gentle. It seemed to slither steadily but carefully into her guts. Sliming up her insides and slowly stretching her out. Bernice was only half aware when the tendrils pulled out from her holes. She was flipped over and placed back down against the stone table, huge breasts squished into the cold stone surface. The tendrils never left her body as her gaping pussy was left throbbing and feeling strangely empty, almost lonely, despite being well fucked. Bernice's ass leaked slime from the tendrils.

She breathed hard and wondered what the tendrils could possibly have left for her before she felt it. Multiple tips, pressing into her puckered hole. Bernice's eyes widened and she screamed into the gag. She shook her head and tried to buck or squirm or shake off the tendrils but the ones holding her body just grasped tighter around her, squishing her generous flesh, and holding her down firmly against the stone table. Three familiar feeling tendrils pushed into her asshole. The same three from her pussy, now well lubricated with both their slime and her own juices. Bernice shook as she let out a pitiful whimper while her formerly virgin hole was violated.

Bernice tried to relax. Nothing she had done yet to escape or hinder the tendrils had worked. So all she was left with was accepting it and maybe she could lessen the pain. She breathed in deeply and then out through her nose trying to unclench her rear hole. The tendrils slid in deeper and Bernice shuddered. She felt movement behind her. Her empty pussy was graced with a single tendril that rubbed around its opening. Bernice gasped in pleasure as she seemed to be rewarded for relaxing for the tendrils. Anything to distract her from the pain of having her asshole stretched out.

She tried to lean back into the tendrils and they seemed to allow her that. She felt the three delving into her asshole sink in deeper and hissed from that only to moan as the one in her pussy filled her more. It was a lot thicker than any of the others that had probed into her. It felt more rigid. Ribbed and bumpy. It seemed to hit all the right spots. Bernice whined as she leaned forward and thrust back into the tendrils. Her low hanging tits rubbed against the rough stone surface, further stimulating her as she fucked back at the tendrils. She was rewarded again with deep thrusts into her pussy making her body surge with pleasure while her ass was slowly defiled.

A tendril wrapped up around her neck and caressed her face. It was strangely comforting. Almost like the hand of a lover brushing her cheek. Bernice whimpered as she continued to rut back into the tendrils. Soon they were reaching deep into her holes as her large, fleshy body shook and wobbled. Bernice panted around the gag as she felt her body get closer and closer to another orgasm. Her limbs felt weak and before she could push herself over that edge she collapsed. The tendrils took over.

They **** her to arch her back and then they went to work. They fucked her holes so hard and deep that Bernice felt like they were rearranging her insides. She could feel her lower body bulging and pulsing as with each powerful thrust into her they sunk ever deeper. The sound of wet slapping noises and gurgling sounds as they thrust into her holes echoed around the dark chamber lit only by the glowing green portals that the tendrils were spewing out from. Bernice felt her body lock up as she came once more.

Her holes shuddered as they tried to tighten but they were so stretched out and stuffed full, that they did little but shake around the tendrils that invaded her body. She felt the ones in her asshole pulse and then enlarge for a moment. She was barely coming down from her latest and biggest orgasm so far when she felt them bulge as something traveled down them. Multiple spherical shapes shifted within the tendrils, traveling down through them and into her asshole.

Bernice began to hyperventilate around the gag as she felt these sphere's reach the end of the tendrils and then be deposited deep into her guts. They felt soft and warm within her. Dozens of them flooded her body as she felt her stomach bulge and her body shuddered. Having something so strange deposited deep into her made Bernice's whole body tense up. It was such an alien experience that freaked her out but, yet, she felt strangely aroused and this inexplicable surge of pleasure. It **** these aftershocks of orgasms through her body.

The tendrils finished depositing their payloads into her, pulling back out of her gaping asshole, leaving it slick with this viscous substance that stuck between her anal walls. While her well fucked cunt, drained of her own juices, was emptied once more of the tendril that had fucked it deep. The others gently released her body and allowed her to collapse onto the stone surface before retreating through the portals. All the while, Bernice still shuddered and shook with micro-orgasms. The portals closed, plunging the room back into darkness for a moment before the green flame torches relit themselves.

Bernice was not sure how long she lay there, passing in and out of consciousness, but slowly she recovered and came back to awareness. She reached up with shaky hands and removed her gag. Coughing and spluttering a little she slowly rolled over and reached down to grip her large stomach. Glancing up at the mirrored roof she realised would almost look several months pregnant if it was not for the strange way her lower abdomen bulged. Multiple spherical, egg-like shapes clearly visible in there. God, she felt… strangely amazing. Tired and sore, yet, thrilled and like she had just had the best fuck of her life.

Anal had been new for Bernice but by the end of that, she had actually come to enjoy it. And yes she was now saddled with who knows what lodged deep in her guts but fuck what a once in a life time experience. An encounter with the supernatural. Sex with an otherworldly being. Some sort of cthulian like tentacle monster. One that had seemed to lay or at least deposit what she assumed were eggs into her body. If Bernice had not had a fetish for that beforehand, she sure as shit did now. Pulling herself together she shifted off the stone table and onto her shaky legs.

Every time she moved she felt her deposit of otherworldly eggs shift within her. It made her flush from them as they rubbed along her insides. Whatever sticky substance that now lined her bowels seemed to keep them in place and stop them coming back out her loose asshole. Not that she believed it would be an easy feat even without the substance to get them out, they were so deep inside her. It seems for now she was left with more than a few presents from her brief encounter with the otherworldly. Bernice did not know yet if this was a blessing or a curse. And in this moment, she could go either way as she turned to more important matters, such as finding something to wear.