The Cocktopus Strikes!

Mr. Lash read on, but Britney barely heard him. His teasing hand on her breasts and the sexual spell of the poor girl floating before her consumed her attention. Britney started absently rubbing her bound hand over her pussy, but the diaper's padding was too thick to provide any real pleasure. She jerked her hand back as soon as she noticed what she was doing, but her lust did not recede.

"The Cocktopus was a terrible and ancient beast, the last of it's kind. It fed off of the very act of fucking."

The terrible creature Mr. Lash spoke of glided into view. It was huge and glistening and black, with eight long tentacles that each ended in a penis. The penis's spurted clouds of black into the ephemeral waters as it approached Marie.

"It was a creature of pure lust, and even it had never been as aroused as it was at the proximity of the Little Mermaid. It seized the unsuspecting girl and had it's way with her..."

The tentacles coiled around Marie, two pounding her pussy, two in her ass, and one in her mouth. The others held her in place. When the first lineup of dicks shot their loads, the others took a turn. Britney was disgusted with herself for how horny this display was making her. Mr. Lash reached the end of the story.

"The poor old Cocktopus fucked itself to ****. And that's how the Little Mermaid slayed the Cocktopus and found that her true passion in life was to fuck after all. The end."

The fire turned back to normal and Marie was lowered to the floor, clad in her old French Maid's uniform.

"What did you think ladies? I think baby liked it." He pinched one of her erect nipples.