Tentacle Monsters

They fell from the ceiling. Lois Lane barely caught a glimpse of them...like octopi, blending in with the dark brick and cement. Seven great tentacles, thick as a wrist where they met together, tapering to points. And in the middle, where a mouth should be...

The reporter went by instinct, ducking and rolling, wincing at the weight of the stone cock trapped in her muff. Three of the things hit the bars, making them ring loudly in the confined space. One fell through but the other two quickly recovered, using the bars as hand-holds, climbing toward her.

Cocks, Lois thought as she turned off her phone. Pale, bulbous cocks extended from the center of their bodies, only three or four inches long but definitely phallic.

The reporter moved carefully in the dark, not wanting to put a foot wrong. She didn't know if these things could see...but she could see them. With the phone off, their cocks were giving off an eerie phosphorescence. Down in the cage, one of the women screamed—and was cut off abruptly, her voice replaced by a gagging and gulping. Lois had a feeling she knew what was happening down there...but it was the two creatures up here she was worried about.

Carefully, Lois backed up, hands on the ground, looking for a weapon...and found a half-brick. Heavy enough to do some damage. She picked it up, watching the two bobbing glow-in-the-dark phalluses hover over the cage. It didn't look like they could see her...it was light that attracted them. And sound.

Holding the half brick in one hand and her phone in the other, Lois Lane hatched a plan...

Lois Lane climbed as quietly as she could to the corner near where the women were huddling, as far from the glowing cocks as possible. She stared down into the darkness, catching the flashes of light appear and disappear as the tentacle monster fucked one of their throats.

The reporter reached down below, holding her phone. It tapped one of the women on the shoulder. The reporter felt a hand clasp her arm, pulling slightly... Lois used her finger to draw letters on the back of the hand. Hoping that the woman down below understood.

The hand hesitated...and then pulled the phone from out of her hand in silent agreement.

Okay then, Lane. She drew herself up, raising the hand with the half-brick, ready to strike. Let's see if this works.

"Hey assholes!" she shouted, voice echoing in the chamber. "Come and fucking get it you cocksuckers!"

The phone blared into life, light almost blinding. The two tentacle monsters surged forward, cocks wavering, heading straight for the corner...straight at Lois, who was standing still, hoping they couldn't see or smell her...