No, but she escapes.

As the older woman tried to poke the monster June, felt the young man’s hands start to slip, “No!” she screamed.

The man fell backwards as their grip failed and June fell into the mouth of the creature.

The tentacles pulled her down as some sought out her holes. She couldn’t believe the creature wanted to fuck her as she fell feet first into its mouth. Her cunt, well lubed and ready for sex earlier, easily accepted the first tentacle, pushing into her, and she groaned. As others grabbed here, the two strangers could only look on helplessly. June felt tentacles wrap around her, felling out her arsehole and mouth while others grabbed at her breasts.

She stooks in the squishy maw of the monster, its tongue wrapping around her legs while screaming for help. Then its fangs closed. They weren’t big, but they were sharp and pointed backwards. Every time June struggled to pull herself out, the teeth held her there, like brambles hooked on clothing, but it was her flesh. She screamed and cried as it slowly dragged her inwards. The first gulp dragged her down to her thighs—the second her hips.

With each swallow, the teeth moved up her body and dug back in. When they reached her breasts, she started to feel the tingle on her feet and realised instantly what it meant. The creatures digestive acids were starting their work.

She was certain she was doomed. She was resigned to that fate when she heard above her, “Sorry about this.”

She looked up to see flaming liquid being poured down the hole. Most of it missed her, but some caught her arm. The creature screamed a sound which struck at the core of her being as it was singed. Then the tentacles released, and June grabbed the rung of the ladder. Frantically she pulled herself upward. Her feet and calves stung from the acid burn of the creature, and her body was spotted with tooth marks.

As she rolled out the top, the young man lashed out behind her with a knife, and she heard the creature scream. The older woman was busy pushing the manhole back in place.

Then it was over. She was safe.

The woman wasted no time running to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of milk. June hadn’t noticed, but she had found her way to the kitchens. The woman poured the bottle of milk over her, soothing her stings as she sobbed and then held her until the crying abated.

The young man turned away from her and stood on the manhole with his back towards her, hiding his eyes from her indignity as she sobbed in hysterics.