There's no sense in resisting

Your right hand may be free, but you decide you have no chance to escape. Even if you did manage to get out of the other four tentacles holding you in place, you don't even know for sure if there is an exit from the well. If you try to escape, all you'll do for sure is exhaust yourself further and perhaps enrage the beast. He seems at least slightly reasonable, perhaps if you cooperate, you can make it out alive.

After waiting for several minutes, the red eye in the tentacle in front of you begins to brighten again, and you see it refocus on you. The warmth returns to all the tentacles gripping you, and they resume their activities on your body. The tentacle you managed to escape from casually resumes its snare around your wrist.

"You have behaved. I sense apprehension, but you have made the right choice. The eggs are ready for depositing. I must ready your body" The voice informs you, but you're already starting to be lost in lust again. The tendril on your pussy has resumed its perfect teasing strokes, and you are nearing the edge of orgasm once again. Two tentacles have also found their way to your supple breasts, and have formed perfect spirals on each breast, the end of the tentacles on your nipples. Small tendrils on each end pinch and tease your nipples to an erect state. As your last bit of conscious protest to this situation disappears, you decide that you may as well enjoy the experience, and give in to the sensations.

Your eyes closed in lust, you don't notice that the tentacle containing the bright red eye has returned underwater from where originally emerged. The tentacle on your head has retracted, and slowly repositioned in front of your mouth. You feel a slight warmth on your lips, and instinctively open them. The tentacle pushes into your mouth, and you begin sucking. You've never sucked on a cock before, but you're a natural. It feels so right. The tentacle thrusts repeatedly into your open lips, faster and faster. After several minutes, it stops thrusting, and you feel a thick goo pour into your throat. You can't taste it, but it actually creates a pleasurable sensation. The tentacle then proceeds to continue moving down your throat. The goo has lubricated your throat, and the tentacle continues down your windpipe. What little consciousness you have left panics for a moment, worrying you are going to suffocate, but the goo has altered your senses so you are actually appreciative to feel so full. You want the tentacle as deeply in you as possible. After several seconds, you are finally able to breath again. The tentacle has become your breathing tube.

You're too lost in passion to realize it at first, but the tentacles supporting you in the water begin to descend, slowly taking you to the depths of the well. This seems to take a lot of concentration on the monsters' part, and it lets up on pleasuring you so intensely for a bit. This gives you a chance to regain a portion of your focus and see what lies below the water. You continue down, further and further. The well is deeper than you imagined. It is, of course, dimly lit, so your perceptions of exactly how deep are not perfectly clear.

Just as you start to partially regain your consciousness, you think you've stopped descending. The tentacles resume their pleasurable ministrations on your nubile body. You let out a startled, pleasured moan into the hefty tentacle lodged in your mouth. The tentacles seem to have been calibrated exactly to your pleasure level, keeping you right on the edge of orgasm, then backing off, and repeating the cycle. Still, your cunt aches to be filled. The tentacles at your loin have still merely teased the outside of your pussy lips. Your thighs twitch and compress each time they intensify, attempting to convince the intruding limbs to insert themselves into your holes to no avail. You then realize you can see the faint red glow in the distance you presume is the eyeball.

The tentacles begin steering you in a horizontal direction. It seems the well is considerably wider across at the base than the surface. Perhaps it is built into a natural underground aquifer. Between the dim lighting, and your lust-driven mind, you have a difficult time making out any of the features, but at you get nearer to the red glow of the eyeball, you see a tilted stone slab surrounded by a massive amount of tentacles. They seem poised in a perfect circle around the slab. They part to allow you to pass into the middle, then reform. The tentacles maneuver you gently on your back onto the slab, and then all slowly uncoil from you, except for the breathing-tube-tentacle. You feel so ****, and yet, you ache for the touch of the slimy, warm limbs. You reach down to your pussy and lightly tease your clit. You want to be fucked and filled!

Suddenly, you see a bright red tentacle come up before you from somewhere below the stone slab. The end of the tentacle looks different than most you've seen so far. It looks... More solid. And it seems to be throbbing, as opposed to the quivering and stroking most have done. You then realize... This must be the egg depositing tentacle. It's so obvious now, you can see it slowly making its way towards your cunt. It must be able to sense the juices of your arousal through the water...

It will be here soon... You it snaking towards your crotch. The anticipation both terrifies and excites you. You wonder with curiosity how the eggs will be inserted.