Just barely

Jane was scared, but she didn't have time to ponder that. She knew that she had to get away. Even if her chastity belt held, the monster would almost certainly kill her if she didn't find some way to fight back. The young hunter tried as hard as she could to squirm free, but the monster held her fast. The only thing Jane's efforts brought her was a few globs of muck splashed onto her exposed skin.

The Monster rested its large body on her legs and pinned her down with its weight. It continued to stroke and press against the fleshy orbs of her naked breasts. Both of Jane's dark pink nipples were stiff from the creature's attentions. With each stroke, the beast rubbed some kind of slime into her skin. Jane couldn't tell if it was secreted by the creature or if it was being transferred from the floor, but the substance made her skin tingle.

Jane stretched and thrashed as hard as she could. She was able to move her hands slightly along the floor, but not enough to make much difference. But suddenly the tip of Jane's finger touched something. Submerged in the muck was something sharp. It might have been her short sword, or it might have been left over from an empire a thousand years old, but Jane didn't care. She had to get her hands on that sharp metal.

The beast moved the bulk of its body down Jane's form to rest between her spread knees. Some of the creature's long, flexible arms continued to squeeze and caress Jane's chest, but it's attention seemed to have shifted to her groin. The monster puffed its body up as if it were inhaling her scent. It exhaled a stream of hot air and spittle onto Jane's thighs. She knew that soon the animal would begin to probe at her chastity belt. She hoped she could get free before it found a way past it.

Jane stretched and shimmied and squirmed until she could barely grasp the thin blade hidden in the muck. She pulled at it and managed to drag it across the floor into her hand. The monster between her thighs touched one of its slimy tentacles against her thigh, pressing at the edge of the steel panties. The young woman gripped the weapon in her hand and twisted her wrist painfully until she could finally slid the metal through the thick flesh of the massive tendril.

The monster shrieked and instinctively recoiled from its injury. It wasn't much, but the reaction allowed Jane to pull the blade across her body and slice at the rugged tentacle encircling her other wrist. Once again the beast let out a loud howl and pulled back. The woman was able to pull her legs free from the monster's tentacles and quickly rise to her feet.

Jane didn't have time to get her bearings. The tentacle beast thrust out its thick arms at her as soon as she was on her feet. The woman's training took over and she quickly cartwheeled out of the way and brought the blade in her hand down on the outstretched tentacle. A high screech filled the catacomb as thick black fluid spurted from the severed appendage. Jane had a brief moment to examine the metal in her fingers and discover that it was her own dropped short sword.

As she shifted her grip to hold the weapon properly, Jane caught motion out of the corner of her eye. The creature was retreating. It dragged its injured tentacles around a corner in the dark tunnels and disappeared from view. Jane was naked except for her chastity belt. Her armor was in tatters. Her weapons were scattered around the dark slimy chamber. But the creature was still a threat to others.