Side story: tentacle orgy

Gwen is struggling against the tentacles as much as she can, but its of no use. She simply can’t get any leverage. The things are much too flexible. Any exertion of strength from her is absorbed and undone. Not only that, but the monster has also captured two other soldiers. They too are restrained by their wrists and ankles, just like Gwen. For now though, it is not **** them. Not yet at least. It is taking them through a tunnel of sorts.

Eventually she gets taken to an underground room. Other tentacle monsters have already arrived there and are feasting on the women they captured. It pains Gwen to hear her fellow sisters moaning all around her. Especially since she knows it is a prelude for what is about to happen to her.

Once the Writhing Mass has found a place for itself it starts sending tentacles underneath the clothes of its victims. Gwen can feel them sneak under her pants and shirt, then slither their way up her legs and arms. It feels like some pervert is fondling her. Touching her skin all over while she’s still clothed. Then the tentacles start to pull. Harder and harder until her clothes surrender and tear apart. The creature does the same with its other two captives. When all three women are left in their lingerie it does the same to that. Tentacles crawl underneath the straps of her bra and tears them apart, leaving her topless. Then tentacles get unto her panties and stretch the fabric until it rips, leaving her nude.

With its three captives naked, the Writhing Mass gets to work. At first it wraps some tentacles around the women’s breasts. Three women, six boobs for him to play with, six tentacles wrapping themselves around their titties. They squeeze and grope and draw groans from the women. Then it sends tentacles to their thighs, belly and shoulders to caress them. All the while he holds them suspended above the ground.

Gwen doesn’t want to feel pleasure from this monster, but its tentacles are playing her body like a fiddle. It touches all of her sensitive parts. Her buttocks, her belly, her breasts, … even her nipples. It plays her so well that she fails holding back her groans. The same goes for the other soldiers it is molesting. All the other women around her being molested by other tentacles creatures are also all groaning and moaning. Gwen looks at the woman to her left sees how a tentacle goes into her vagina and her moaning response. Then she feels a tentacle slide into her own pussy and, like her companion, can’t help but moan. The tentacle slithers into her vagina and twists and turns, bending itself in all kinds of ways a penis never could. That tentacle alone is already giving her more pleasure then her boyfriend dick ever could. Then Gwen has a tentacle **** its way into her mouth which starts sliding back and forth against her tongue. She turns her head to the woman on her right. Her mouth is still free and is moaning while gasping for air. Then a tentacle hoes inside her wide-open orifice and she starts sucking on it. Just as Gwen considers herself lucky for at least not having anything violating her anus, she feels a tentacle poking at her sphincter. She moans in protest but the tentacle goes inside anyways. That was her anal virginity which she planned to give to her boyfriend for his birthday, now taken by a tentacle monster.

As the tentacle creatures fucks her, Gwen looks around the room. There is no chaste or clothed woman anywhere. Everyone is nude and getting fucked. Gwen feels herself is getting close to orgasm. She doesn’t want to cum for him. He is not human like her. He’s a monster, but she can’t help it. Then suddenly the tentacle monster fucking her orgasms. The tentacle in her anus shoots sperm into her bowels, the one rubbing against her butt sprays sperm all over her thighs, the one in her pussy fills her womb, the two on her chest spray her boobs in white goo, the one in her mouth feeds her its essence which she is **** to swallow and another above her head gives her a facial. Being splashed by sperm both inside and out triggers Gwen’s orgasm and makes her cum. Pleasure ripples through her body like only multiple cocks pleasuring her at the same time can make happen. Her back arches, her muscles twitch and her pussy spasms, milking the tentacle inside it. When, after longer than usual, she feels her orgasm is about to end another one triggers, making her cum twice in a row. Gwen quietly apologizes to her boyfriend, but this tentacle monster is better than him.

This time when Gwen looks around, she sees the other two women fucked by the same towerling have already received a similar spermbath. Those fucked by other Writhing Masses are either waiting for one of their own or are in the middle receiving their shower. Then the tentacles in her mouth, ass and pussy start moving again. This time she doesn’t fight her moans. She offers them liberally.

One hour later

Gwen is still being fucked by the tentacle creature. Her body is covered in both old dried sperm and fresh gooey. Her ass is leaking sperm which can no longer fit in her bowels. Her stomach is so full from sperm she was **** to eat, that she was **** to let it spill from her mouth. Luckily, she learned to anticipate when he would cum and then used her tongue to block her throat. Then the sperm spilled from her mouth and flowed over her chin instead. Her breasts leak milk which mixed with the sperm that surrounds her nipples. Her womb is so packed with sperm it started to stretch just to accommodate the volume **** into it. Any fear of having been impregnated from this creature has already left her mind. She is. She knows it. She has to be. No egg could withstand so much sperm.

Gwen has long since lost count of how many orgasms he has given her. When the next orgasm comes around, she readily surrenders to it. As she cums she moves her tongue to lick the tentacle in her mouth and rocks her hips to fuck the tentacles that are in her lower holes. When he unleashes a torrent of sperm all over and inside her and her friends again, a new orgasm is triggered for Gwen. This towerling is the best lover she ever had. Such stamina, such technique, such volume he unleashes on and in her, …

She doesn’t mind cumming for him. So what if he’s not human like her. It’s not like he can help it. When the third consecutive orgasm hits her, she lets her eyes roll back and she revels in orgasmic pleasure. Gwen quietly thanks her new boyfriend for this amazing orgasm. For having captured her and showing her a new way to live.

Three hours later

An exhausted and thoroughly fucked Gwen has been brought to a room made of fleshy walls. The place if full of nude women with pink hair, all with bellies in different stages of pregnancy. By now Gwen’s hair is just as pink as that of the other women here. While her belly is extended it not because of an advanced pregnancy but because it is just so full of sperm. Though somewhere in this sea of sperm floats a collection of cells. Each of them containing the DNA of a Writhing Mass. They divide and multiply and grow bigger inside Gwen’s womb.

The Writhing Mass bringing Gwen to this room places her against a fleshy wall. The wall itself changes and absorbs her arms and legs, leaving only her head and shoulders, torso and groin exposed. Next to her the Writhing Mass places the other women he impregnated.

After a while Gwen has gathered enough strength to notice she is not being pleasured. She starts mewling in protest until the wall behind her brings two thin tentacles with suction cups to her breasts. The ups place themselves over her nipples and start sucking on her engorged nipples. As Gwen is being milked her protests change to soft moans of approval. This is now the only thing she needs to spend her thoughts on. When she’s getting pleasured and when she isn’t.