Tentacle Orgy

The air was hot and thick. The scent and taste of cocks, unwashed, overwhelming, assailed her with every breath. The screams around her, men and women, were those of horror, pain...and were intermingled with terrible gagging chokes, moans, the sounds of tortured souls...

...of which Lois Lane was now one.

The hot, slimy tentacles swarmed about her, so Lois could only now and then glimpse the pale red light. No clothes now; Lois could feel her skin covered in cum and slime, and the tentacles in her pussy, ass, and throat kept pistoning, in and out in rabid frenzy. Smaller cocks, pencil-thin, pressed at the edges of her holes, wiggled in her ears and nostrils, leaked stinging, salty jizz into her eyes, so that Lois closed them tightly.

Is this it? Lois wondered as she squirmed in the grip. She seemed to be held aloft by the gripping tentacles, none of which laid still for even a moment. Her arms were pinioned against her sides by the wrapping cock-headed coils, and she could feel stiff prick-heads squirm beneath her arms, fucking the tight creases of flesh. Am I damned to get fucked by these tentacles forever and ever?

It seemed like it.

Lois Lane lost track of time. There was no end to the tentacles, no end to the rubbing. Every inch of her body began to feel burned, and no sooner did one tentacle spew its thick salty goo in her ass or throat or pussy, but it pulled out and two more tried to squirm their way in. That was the only way Lois knew that time was passing at all...the cocks violating her were getting smaller. Now, an even dozen pencil-thin cock-headed tentacles wormed through her gaping cunt, sore and slick with the accumulated jizz of their larger fellows, bumping against her cervix painfully.

The reporter felt oddly numb. Her struggles grew less with each new violation. She didn't know why she fought anymore at all, except that it was what she did. Teeth tried to clamp down as tentacles no bigger than worms filled her cheeks, unable to bite through the flesh. Her body wracked and heaved as cum burst out of her nostrils. Already her stomach felt bloated and overfull, her ass loose and leaking cum, the reporter unable to keep it closed any longer...and exhaustion sapped the reporter's strength.

She thought, in that moment, that no new indignity could await her in that tentacle orgy.

Lois was wrong.