No Beard's Cave

The cool morning gave way to a hot afternoon as Casey Reed sailed north from Quiet Cove. Her instructions were simple: use sonar to locate schools of fish. While the work itself wasn’t exciting, the chance to be alone on the water was something special. She had a book downloaded and was perfectly content listening to it as she cruised up the coastline.

Noon pressed down heavily when No Beard’s Cave finally came into view. The yawning tidal entrance receded deep into the cliff face half a mile ahead.

Casey tied her hair back and glanced at the sonar screen. Nothing. She shrugged as a small flock of gulls swooped around the cave entrance before vanishing over the cliff.

“Been a while since I’ve been in there,” she muttered. “Can’t hurt, right?”

The sea offered no argument.

She eased off the throttle and let the Long John drift slowly toward the cave mouth while she rummaged for a flashlight. The boat slipped inside, bobbing gently on swells that rolled between the rocky walls. Ahead lay the Rock Dock — the flat stone outcrop where legend said No Beard himself had once moored, and where local kids now came to make out.

Casey smiled at the memory. She had been one of those kids once.

The boat bumped against the rock. She grabbed her flashlight and panned it across the surface. A thick film of green slime covered the stone, some of it dried into a crystalline crust.

“Huh.” She ran the beam back and forth. The light flickered. She smacked the side of the flashlight. “Don’t you give me any bullshit.”

She stepped onto the rock dock, forgetting the mooring line. The dried crust crackled under her boots as she followed the strange material deeper into the cave, moving farther from her boat. The slime was thickest near the dock and gradually thinned as the passage continued into what had once been No Beard’s lair.

A low moan echoed from deeper within the cave.

“Hello?” Casey called, pausing to listen as her voice faded into the darkness. “Is someone there?”

No answer.

She waited, then decided it was only her imagination. Still curious about the green residue, she pressed on. At first she wondered if it was leftover pollution from the old cannery outfall that had drained into the cave until the 1980s. But that had been cleaned up decades ago. This looked fresh.

The moan came again — this time distinctly feminine.

“Hello!?” she shouted. “Are you okay?”

Silence.

The flashlight flickered once more.

“Should’ve brought a better light for this bullshit,” she grumbled, glancing back to make sure the Long John was still visible. Chuck had said he’d be coming up to help with the scouting. She considered waiting, but the moan sounded a third time. She abandoned the idea and moved forward.

The cave opened up about a hundred feet in. The smell of salt and fish grew stronger. Probably otters dragging in food again, she told herself. As the passage narrowed once more, the moan returned — clearer this time. Someone was definitely down here, and they sounded hurt.

“I’m coming! Hold on!” Casey called, quickening her pace.

She stumbled over something on the ground. The flashlight beam revealed what looked like an old aluminum hubcap, heavily corroded or acid-burned. Weird, but not her concern right now.

“Can you hear me?” she shouted into the dark. “I’m coming — just hold on, okay? Say something so I know how close I am!”

The light pierced the darkness ahead.

A young woman in her mid-to-late twenties hung limply from the cave wall, supported by thick strands of kelp and hardened slime. Her clothes were in ruins. She looked up and mumbled something inaudible. Casey’s eyes dropped to the woman’s heavily swollen, squirming belly.

How the hell did a pregnant woman get down here? And why is she tied to the wall?

“Oh my god, honey, hold on,” Casey said, rushing forward. “What sick fuck did this to—”

A crunch of loose stones sounded behind her. She spun around just as the flashlight beam fell across the piscine face of an upright, tentacled horror. It lunged.

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Chuck was still nursing his coffee even as the sun baked down on him. He wished he had a cold beer, but he’d lectured his crew enough about drinking on the job. He wasn’t about to set a bad example.

He figured he was about thirty minutes from Casey’s location when he spotted the derelict vessel ahead.

“What do we have here…?” he muttered, curious. “Maybe some easy salvage.”

As he drew closer, the name on the hull became clear.

The Swell Jammer.

“That’s one of Dr. Callahan’s boats.” He corrected himself silently. Maeve. Maeve, Maeve, Maeve…

He pulled alongside and lashed the two vessels together before dropping anchor. The first thing that hit him was the smell — fishy as usual, but also sharp and acrid, like something acidic.

The Swell Jammer looked far worse than it had a week ago. Rust had spread aggressively across the hull, and a thick layer of green gunk covered the railings and deck, hardening into a crust.

“What the fuck did you girls do to her?” Chuck muttered, half-joking, half-concerned. He stepped aboard, testing the slime with his boot. “Hello? Anyone here?”

Silence.

He searched the cabin and deck. No note, no sign of the crew. The only things he found were shredded clothing and a broken door.

“Elise? Maeve? Abby?” he called, knowing Nadia was back in town. No answer.

He pulled out his phone. The screen showed nothing but colorful lines scrolling left to right. He tried the radio on both boats — nothing but static. Communications had never failed him in this area before.

“Can’t just leave her drifting out here,” he thought.

He tied the Swell Jammer securely to his own boat and prepared to tow it back to the wharf. Casey was a seasoned sailor. She could handle herself for a little while longer.

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A thick tentacle wrapped around Casey’s neck as the creature lunged from the darkness. It was huge — nearly a foot taller than her — with powerful arms and legs built for strength. She screamed and stumbled backward as it tore at her top, ripping the fabric away and spilling her breasts free. They crashed to the cave floor together.

The pregnant woman on the wall stirred weakly, watching with dull eyes as Casey joined her fate.

Casey’s gaze dropped to the other woman’s swollen, squirming belly. In that instant, she understood exactly what was about to happen.

“No!” she screamed as the beast pinned her down. Tentacles snaked from its back, wrapping around her limbs. “No, fuck you — NO!”

She tried to kick, but the creature’s tentacles quickly secured her legs from ankles to knees. A clawed hand traced between her thighs, tearing away the thin fabric of her panties. Her smooth, clean-shaven pussy was exposed, with only a small patch of fur above it. Despite her terror, a rush of unwanted heat flooded her body.

The creature’s thick, glistening cock emerged from between its scales, throbbing as it rubbed slowly along her folds and teased her clit.

“I don’t think so!” Casey snarled, renewing her struggle. It was useless. The monster held her like a vice.

The creature growled low and deep, leaning in to sniff her hair as its cock nestled at her entrance. Casey’s eyes flicked again to the pregnant woman on the wall.

“Oh fuck…”

The monster thrust forward.

Casey’s mouth fell open in a long moan as the massive length stretched her completely. Its tongue slid out, licking slowly along her cheek and neck while it began to fuck her with slow, powerful strokes — savoring every inch. It wasn’t violent or rushed. It moved like a lover.

Her body betrayed her. Pleasure built rapidly despite her resistance.

She wasn’t going to give this thing the satisfaction…

…or was she?

Casey came hard, her body spasming uncontrollably around the creature’s thick cock. She tried to curl forward, but the tentacles held her firmly in place as wave after wave of unwanted pleasure crashed through her.

Then she felt the first cold, heavy rope of cum flood her womb. Another followed. And another. She looked down in horror as her belly began to swell and bulge with each powerful spurt.

She glanced once more at the pregnant woman on the wall, knowing.

“Oh fuck…”

The sound of rushing liquid filled the cave as her womb continued to expand like a balloon.