Helena Adams(Minds Eye)

-Note before the story. Helena is blind and can “see” her surroundings by moving with it. For in the chapter when I refer to her “seeing” it’s more like sensing/hearing to have a good idea of what’s around her.-

Helena walked across the wooden floorboards of the old ship with moderate ease. Her shoes clicked in rhythm with her walking stick as she proceeded up the stairs to the upper deck. Helena reaches out and her hands made contact with the cold metal of the cipher machine. Without hesitation, Helena’s hands got to work. Despite being blind, her hands moved quickly and efficiently when it came to decoding. Helena shivered as a cold breeze washed of the lake front towards her. “Too cold.” Helena murmured quietly to herself. Helena’s internal dialogue was interrupted by a dark hiss. Stumbling back, Helena hobbled towards the railing as the Feaster teleported onto her cipher machine. Helena trembled as she hastily grabbed the wooden railing. Helena was afraid of The Feaster more than the other hunters. A writhing mass of wet tentacles, just hearing him made her skin crawl. Helena vaulted the rail, the cold gaze of the hunter directly behind her. Helena caught a scream in her throat as for a brief moment she hung in midair. A dark void of nothing for the blind girl, unable to see or feel anything to comfort her. With a snap, Helena’s bonnet that the hunter had seized popped at the strap, allowing her to fall to the ground below. Helena landed in the dirt and got to her feet. Helena was glad her pink poofy dress had helped to soften the drop for her. At least she was told it was pink. Colors didn’t matter too much to her. Without waiting to see if the hunter would catch up, Helena started off across the open ground, shoes clicking with every step.

Eventually, Helena reached what she though was a nice walled in area near the other end of the map. Shifting to lean on the wall, Helena caught her breath. The heartbeat in her chest continued to pound, signaling the presence of a hunter nearby. “How is he finding me?” Helena thought to herself. A moment of realization struck, as Helena bent over and struggled to untie her shoes. Slipping them off, Helena set them to the side. “He probably hears my shoes!” Helena realized. “This should by me some time.” Helena’s triumph was cut short as suddenly tentacles burst from the ground around her. Sidestepping one, Helena turned and neatly dodged another as it emerged. Helena’s luck finally ran out as the third tentacle came from directly beneath her, shooting straight up her dress. Helena froze in terror. The tentacle hugged tightly to her chest, writhing back and forth. It was cold and slick, leaving a thick residue on her skin. The tip of the tentacle just barely poked through the neck of the dress, moving around for anything to touch. Helena’s breasts tingled at the quick writhing of the tentacle. It went right between her A cup breasts, jostling them as it frantically wiggled. Helena pushed and pulled trying to get free of the tentacle, but it would not let go of it’s prize. Not taking the time to argue with the tentacle, Helena frantically wiggled, and slid down out of her dress. Helena fell to the ground and crawled away from the dress laden tentacle, writhing with glee at its victory. Helena made her way around the corner and took a tally at her current circumstances. Her dress and bonnet were now gone, leaving her in just an old worn down bra, and some striped panties. Helena’s face turned red, remembering her childish panties. She liked them, but apparently others thought them as childish. Helena felt her legs, where the slime had oozed down. A few strings where left of her leggings, but apparently they had melted from the moist tentacle. Stick in hand, Helena slowly begin to make her way back to the ship and avoid the hunter.

Helena had made some process, getting closer to the shoreline, when the hunter’s presence grew frighteningly close. Helena quickly hid in a small shack and crouched down to hide. Helena heard The Feaster slide around with his wet squishy tentacles. Then he stopped. It was silent. All was quiet. “Move!” Helena yelled one her head. With no one moving she couldn’t see. Since he had stopped, the world was dark for her. Helena quietly tapped her stick on the wall to get a small look. Suddenly, a half a dozen tentacles sprouted all around her and pushed in on Helena. She was pushed back and forth, smothered in the moist tentacles. The tentacles pulsated and rubbed back and forth on Helena. Helena’s stick was wretched from her slick hands and cast aside. “No! I need that!” Helena yelled. She heard a sharp crack, her stick likely being broken in two and cast aside. Now the world truly was all dark for Helena. Helena pushed back at the tentacles and fought to make an opening. Helena’s skin crawled and tingled with the sensations from being touched all over. With a mighty heave, Helena pushed through the wall of tentacles and fell out the back opening to the small lakeside shack. A pallet fell and blocked off the exit, allowing Helena to escape the tentacle’s reach. Helena rolled over and slowly picked herself up. She was soaked head to toe with the thick slime. Helena stumbled forward. She couldn’t see anything without her shoes or stick. Helena wiped her hands down her front and felt her bra in her hands. It and her panties stuck to her skin, moist and heavy. Helena was puzzled as it felt like her bra shifted slightly in her hands. Helena gasped as the threads felt looser and looser, peeling apart between her fingers. There was a small snap as the back of the bra popped apart. Helena clawed at the straps as a feeble attempt to keep what little coverage her small breasts still had. With Helena’s hands off of the cups, the lack of support was all that it took for the front to melt away and pop open. Panic ensued as Helena scrambled with the slowly fading pieces until she stood with nothing but small scraps in her hands. Helena stood stunned, topless, and still covered in the slick slime. Another breeze wafted in from the lake sending more chills down Helena’s exposed skin. Thankfully, Helena’s panties seemed to be holding up for the time being, likely since they were in better condition. Helena cupped her small boobs in her hands and started to continue away from the ever approaching heartbeat. Helena stumbled through the darkness panting, her face red and flushed from fear and embarrassment. Her heart felt like a cage of butterflies about to burst. Helena’s heart dropped when she heard the ever familiar sounds of The Feaster’s tentacles once again come out of the ground around her. “Please n-n-no! S-s-s-stay back!” Helena stammered, fruitlessly swinging around the air. Helena felt two tentacles slide around her ankles and she was suddenly pulled off her feet. Helena gasped as the air was knocked out of her. Before Helena could recover, the tentacles on her ankles started to curl and slide up her soft lubricated legs. As Helena kicked at the tentacles, two more grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms outward. The legs trapped by the tentacles also followed suit, pulling her legs outward until Helena lay spread eagle in the cool mud. “Okay! You got me! Let me go! I’m cold...” Helena protested. All Helena was answered with was another set of tentacles, wrapping up around her small waist to curl around her small breasts. Helena struggled against the restraints to no avail, until a cold hand planted itself gently against her head. Helena stopped, panting and waiting to see what the hand wanted. The hand slowly slid down to her neck, filling Helena’s heart with anticipation and fear. “Why do I almost feel excited?” Helena questioned herself. The hand slid to her collarbone, sending a tingle across her moist skin. The hand slid down Helena’s left boob and brushed against her tit, making Helena accidentally cry out. The hand didn’t stop, continuing down her soft stomach until it stopped at her waist. “No no no no no.” Helena thought to herself. Helena’s fears were realized as the hand slid his hand into her panties. Helena ‘s limbs all shot out as the fingers brushed against her vagina. The slightest touch to her lips sent a shock across Helena, that left her speechless. The cold hand of The Feaster curled around the bottom of Helena’s panties and slowly started to pull. Helena felt every small pull of the panties that tried to stay wrapped around her waist, as they where dragged slowly downward. Helena felt more tension on her legs the further down her panties got, since her legs were still spread. After one last tug and a wet snap, Helena felt as her striped panties snapped and were torn off of her body. Helena now lie fully nude on the ground exposed for all to see. The hand retreated back, and the tentacles went back to moving over Helena. The tentacles around her legs moved up her thighs and explored her newly exposed skin. The tentacles around her breasts moved back and forth with a sickening moist squish, massaging and kneading her small breasts in their tendrils. Helena lay stunned, too scared to move. “UGHAA!” Helena jolted in surprise. The two tentacles at her legs discovered her exposed vagina and had started probing it with their tips. Helena gasped, pleasure flooding over her and building up inside her. The tentacles got bolder, and went down inside her this time. “AHH!!!” Helena cried out, her face redder than before. The two tentacles around her breasts continued to play with her boobs, taking turns suction cupping her tits. Helena didn’t even notice the other leg tentacles slide underneath her and explore her small butt. Helena shook and shuddered as the tentacle continued, sending every nerve in Helena’s body to the edge.

As the game concluded. Helena’s teammates approached a naked Helena laying face up in the mud. She was covered in the tentacle slime and . Her teammates looked for any sign of the hunter but he was long gone. Her teammates stood over her as her moist vagina still oozed out from the tentacles handiwork. “Wow look at these.” One of her teammates said as they held something up, “She has little kid panties!” Her teammates took a few pictures, and her panties before bringing her to the exit. “Let’s bring her back to the manor.” One of them said. “She’ll be a sight for everyone else to see!“