"Any more bright ideas?"

A few moments later, all three girls crouch naked on the platform, shielding themselves with their hands, glaring at each other. Janet’s floral dress slowly sinks into the tentacle morass, along with her huge lacy white bra. The platform’s rate of descent has slowed appreciably, but not by enough.

“Any more bright ideas?” snaps Janet.

“We still need to lose weight. But the only things left on the platform are us three. So how can we…”

There’s a long pause. The three girls eye each other cautiously.

“Janet’s the heaviest,” says Meg. “You get her from the left, I’ll go right.”

“Agreed.”

“Wait, you bitches… stop! Let go!” Florence tackles Janet from the right, getting her in a bear hug, straining every muscle in her nubile body as she struggles to **** the curvy redhead towards the platform’s edge. Meg gives Janet a shove, sending her off-balance, giving Florence the leverage she needs to drag Janet in the right direction. Janet kicks and flails, cursing, fumbling for purchase on Florence’s sweaty body, pulling her hair and accidentally groping her ass as the two girls teeter precariously over the edge.

“Bye, girls,” says Meg, giving them a shove.

“MEG! YOU BIII… GLMPPH!”

The platform’s only a few inches above the surface now. The tentacles coil around Janet and Florence, groping their breasts, wrapping around their thighs, pinning their arms, pulling their hair, entering their mouths and slowly but forcefully insinuating themselves into the girls’ dripping-wet pussies as they’re inexorably dragged shrieking into the pit.

They’re fucked. Quite literally. A total, comprehensive, meticulous and intimate fucking, in every possible sense of the word, is the fate that awaits them.

“Please don’t fuck me!” squeals Meg, red in the face, backing away from the pit as it drops another teasing inch, putting her only a hair’s-breadth away from the tentacles. She tenses every muscle in her body, willing it to stop, deathly afraid (although of course incredibly turned on by) the hideous fate that awaits her should it sink just a little bit further. “No! I don’t want to be fucked! I don’t like it! Somebody save me! No, not the fucking! Nooooo!”

There’s a horrible creaking sound from beneath Meg, a sound like a machine finally giving up the ghost. And then, nothing.

More nothing.

Meg squats in place, hardly daring to move. She can still hear the tentacles squelching all around her. But the platform is still. Could this really be it? Could she have saved herself from danger, at the last possible minute?

She takes a deep breath.

Cautiously, as slowly as possible, she tried to stand up.

At the slightest shift of her weight, the platform drops out from under her, and the tentacles close in.