The creature drags Becky to its lair

Becky squeezed her slender frame tight and closed her eyes to focus, to shut out the feelings of the tentacles that twirled around her and tugged insistently. She was small but strong, and determined.

With a huge effort she tensed and strained to shrug off her assailant and she felt the ties loosen. Emboldened, she tried to tug herself up the rock face, wincing as it scraped against her, leaving streaks of blood where it tore her soft skin. Too late, she realised it was to no avail as the tentacles tightened and pulled once more, taking advantage of her stretched out tiny frame to pull her back down the escarpment and into the foamy waters below.

Becky kicked and screamed with all her might but she felt herself being dragged inexorably beneath the waves, her body encircled by so many tendrils she couldn’t work out which was which. Something around her ankles, calves and thighs. One around her waist. Another around her upper body tight across her tiny breasts. Yet another slimy around her throat, squeezing and pulsing as it pulled her down.

She felt the water reach her chin as she thrashed feeling defeat was close. She closed her mouth and tilted her head back, grunting with the effort as she raised her nose high, and just had time to breath in deeply before she disappeared, fighting all the way, beneath the waves.

Down, down, down she went in a spiral, and still she fought. She felt her eyes bulging with the effort and the shortness of breath. Knowing the end was near, she gave one last effort and screamed silently into the swirling vortex, no breath left, but still the creature held firm, and she sagged, all hope gone, opening her mouth, water rushing in, as she awaited oblivion.

Her eyes snapped open as she felt something slimy pushing into her mouth and gasped, ****, no air just water, dying but not wishing to suffer this final indignity. Forceful, a swollen member moved between her lips, reminiscent of sexual encounters in the past (‘but not in the future’, she sighed, as her life ebbed away). Weak, she gave herself up to the probing as she muttered one last prayer to the Goddess.

It was quite some seconds before she realised that she wasn’t actually dead, rather that she was becoming slowly more alive. Her mouth full of salty slime, the organ pulsed inside her throat. She came to realise that she could breath, the organ, whatever it was, not only sealed the water out but was somehow pushing air in and out of her lungs. She looked around herself as she swirled downwards in the current, her mouth assaulted by its probing yet kept alive, she let it take her where it will.

It wasn’t long before she felt her head break free from the water and the tendril slimed free from her mouth and she felt her body lifted and thrown roughly out of the water, to roll over and over on a sandy floor. Gasping for breath, life itself, she looked around wide-eyed, realizing she was in some sort of underwater cave. Crude colourful markings adorned the walls; humans, mostly women, or girls judging by their frames, in various scenes with fantastical tentacled beings. Sea creatures maybe. They were depicted in various ways, on their knees worshiping these beings, dancing, joyous. But there were also other scenes that indicated a darker aspect: sexual scenes, the girls giving themselves up to them (or being taken?, it was hard to tell) in a variety of lewd positions. Every orifice being filled (Becky shuddered at the thought), sometimes by numerous monsters. Some girls had swollen bellies, smiling. Others, and Becky shuddered again, were torn apart, lifeless.

As her breathing returned to normal, she moved to her knees to look around her. The floor of the cave was sandy but smooth. There was an eerie light. In the middle of the cave squatted a huge beast with numerous tentacles, that observed her with its single eye.