The kraken wakes

Some of the girls, notably Anne-Marie, had given up on trying to escape the pit of shame and were simply cowering in the pool of muddy water at the bottom, hiding their charms as best they could. It wasn't allowed, of course. The carnival had to keep things fun.

So the muddy water churned, and dozens of tentacles in all shapes and sizes began to emerge from the water around them. Halfdan, the carnival kraken, had arrived to save the day.

Anne-Marie squealed as a thin, whiplike tendril lashed her bottom, and squealed more as it happened again. She couldn't stay here! She sprinted for the side of the crater, yelping as the tendrils stung her taut posterior. She'd made it halfway up, on hands and knees, when a blast of water from Doc Topper's hose caught her in the face and set her squealing back down towards the tentacled, amorphous mass at the bottom of the pit.

Susie, in the mud, clutched Bonnie's arm.

"We have to get out of here! Together!"

They struggled up the slope, tentacles gliding over their naked skin, flicking their nipples, groping their buttocks and making Susie's eyes go wide as a particularly naughty and very knobbly pseudopod swiftly inserted itself between her legs. Bonnie swatted it away. "Come on! We have to go!"

Shrieks rang in the air around them. At the bottom of the slippery pit awaited a hell of wriggling tentacles, a gooey, undignified torment. Cheerleaders scrambled over each other, forcing each other down into the mud in their haste to get away.

But the hoses were quick and the slopes slippery, and the **** of gravity inexorable, dragging them back down towards their slimy doom. Kendra giggled frantically as the kraken goosed and tickled her, pinning her hands in the air as delicate, feathery tentacles tantalised her sides. Gloria shrieked as her big breasts were fondled and teased, her plump buttocks paddled as something very cold and slimy insinuated itself into her posterior. Ruby Chow, wearing nothing but her garter belt and a single stocking, was almost at the top of the slope when a group of her giggling students turned the hose on her and sent her flying back down again.

Bonnie hauled Susie up behind her, gripping her wrist for security. Her feet slipped, but she caught herself. They were almost at the rim of the crater. She looked up, into Ben's grinning face, and his hose.

"Oh, no," she said. "Please."