He began to walk towards her as she backed up. Each step was slow, exaggerated, causing his body to sway far to the left, then to the right. She hid beneath her sheet, her mind screaming in panic and disbelief, but her eyes were still locked on this threat.

As her back hit the wall behind her, he leered into her fearful face. "Cat got your tongue?" He lifted a hand, pushing his thumb between the fingers of his same hand in that childish gesture sometimes used for such games as 'got your nose'. Only, what came through the other end of his fingers was NOT his thumb... but a real tongue!!

It flopped about as he wriggled the digit, everything from the knuckle down resembling a human tongue... and everything hidden beyond his fingers still as thumby as a thumb can be. If she was able to think rationally he was definitely teasing her... but with her mind on edge as it was now, it would only freak her out all the more.

A cool breeze wafted in form the ocean bringing the tang of salt on the nights air. Dreams were not nearly so vivid I thought as the blinds trembled eerily in the wind and the bed sheet suddenly billowing upwards from the foot of the bed.

Hugging the sheets tighter about me I noticed my now bare foot poking out from under the cotton protection they afforded me. Not much…but that bare foot was a problem as this creature…this horrible creature lurched ever closer to me meter by meter. An inexorable march to a destination I feared and kept me from moving my leg for fear of bringing undue attention to that lone bare foot.

I could almost feel the things hands upon that one slim ankle…could sense what it might say then and a shiver went down my spine. Cat…sure the cat had my tongue as my eyes tried to see the colors and found only grey.

I did not like the gesture, it seemed crude beyond belief. Yet, here it was…that flopping tongue in its hand, wriggling obscenely as thoughts of what it might want to do fill my head; thoughts of rape, of lewd acts upon my body resulting in another shutter through my body.

I could not speak…I could not run….only my mind could scream…and scream it did.

The horrifying sight of the creatures' transformed thumb was enough to send one over the edge. It sent Cala's mind screaming and howling, the crude and obscene sight of the tongue threatening to destroy her reason. Pulling it back through his fingers, he happily raised his normal-again thumb into the air, as if showing off to an audience.

Not that she could appreciate it; she was already screaming in shock... in her mind, at least. Advancing closer, she now experienced the feeling of his hand on her foot... the same one with the 'tongue' before. It was enough to startle her body into action, of some kind. At the same time, he adopted a faux-sympathetic look and spoke. "Oh... was that too much? But you are the one that's been a problem student, aren't you? ...maybe... you are having second thoughts, porn queen to be?"

I felt the cold clammy skin touch mine. Felt the long cold fingers begin to worm their way around my slender ankle and the fear of what might come next drove me to action my body finally responding to my minds summons.

Kicking out with my other leg I found the hideous creatures flesh, this other worldly thing that had made his way into the castle of my room. It only allowed me to pull my leg free. Not for the first time did I wish my father had allowed me self defense classes. Those classes that he said I would not need for he and my uncles would protect me till I had a husband and then he would. Stupid thinking for all I had was wits and nails. My wits almost gone, my nails seeming little worry for this thing of inhuman flesh and blood.

“Don’t….don’t you dare touch me you fucking filthy flea bag.” Lips trembled as I spoke, spooked that he would know that small detail of my life. How was it my desire to be a porn queen would be known? Did he expect me to open my legs to him. To welcome him in intimate ways? Was he even a he? Oh fuck me….this was not good.

“just get out…get out of my fucking room now” I tried to sound resolute, brave….but between the squeaks of my voice and the way my body vibrated I doubted even my own sincerity.

He swayed backwards as Cala jerked back, as she cursed him and trembled. Swaying to the left, swaying to the right, he smiled at her like some twisted jack-in-the-box sprung out of its home. While smiling that maniacal grin, he began to close in on her again, reaching out to grasp her ankles firmly.

"I'll touch whom I want... if you tell me to get out, I'll tell you 'you first'. If you curse and swear and shout about, I'll use your body to quench my thirst." His hands changed, reshaping right before her eyes... his arms too. They just seemed to unravel, like they were made up of coils and cord and not flesh at all; the white tentacles encircled her ankles, pulling Cala forwards and spreading her legs out wide, obscenely so.

"Are you ready? We have a lot of exploring to do, and we only have until the sun rises in the morning..."

The scream tore itself from my body like it had a life of its own; a long last gasp before death…or worse than death if there could be such a thing. If there could I was sure to find it with this demented apparition. As the scream faded from lack of air the sheet that had hidden me seemed to pool below me in a final gasp much like my own.

It held my ankles in coils of iron. My legs muscles trembled from being stretched to the point I swear I would break like that bone on the turkey in that American tradition of after thanksgiving meal wishes. I had not broken, not yet, but my shorts cut into the sides of my legs and the middle gaped no doubt exposing me no small bit. This was not my intent, not at all

‘Exploring’ the word hung in the air like a mosquito bite on my skin. A growing itch that could not be stopped till it threatened to consume me. I did not like the way he use that word….’exploring’ and I was certain deep inside that I should be worried, even fearful. One insipid little word and my world seemed to spin out of control.

Of course it was not help being held with legs spread wide enough to do the splits as the thing dragged me ever closer to him across the far to narrow expanse of my bed. A horrible nightmare come to visit me on this side of the world of dreams. It was is if this island held a secret. The secret of nightmares made real.

“please” my voice ragged from the scream an sounding nothing like me.

Her scream, he plea, did nothing to dissuade him; the alien creature gave her a broad smile, all-too cheerful as several white tentacles slipped out of his sleeves... they were long and sinuous, winding about her calves and snaking up her legs. Two rows of suckers, just like an octopus, widened out from their narrow tips and ran along their slender lengths, the soft rubbery texture of their surface gliding against her soft skin...

The shock of the sight of them had her reeling and panicked for a minute... but as they went past her knees and entwined her legs up to her thighs, she realized their ultimate destination... they came against her shorts... reaching the cuffs of the stubby legs... and even as her voice rasped out of her throat, they slipped through the legholes and began to roam over her inner thighs...

"Please... what?" He asked, almost as if admonishing her... even while his tentacles began to feel across her thighs and between her legs in as obscene a manner as she could imagine right now...

The voice did not match the creatures actions. As the thin tentacles tracked under my shorts I once more screamed….or tried too. My voice left me. Sound left me. All I could do it stare wide eyed as they disappeared beneath the thin blue nylon of the shorts to caress the naked skin beneath. On odd time to think I should have worn underwear like mother always said to me….’never know when you might be in an accident, always have clean underwear on.’

The forlorn words echoed in my mind in a haunting melody even as the tentacles seemed poised to strike the part of me best kept secret from them. Yet even as a recoiled each sucker seemed to kiss me like a lovers mouth. The meaty lengths caressing me like no hand could ever hope to even come close to. A sexual touch and caress that carried pleasure in the wake of the torment it was unbidden. The touch seemed like part of an otherworldly dream, an ethereal sensation that made things rise in my tummy and make certain hormones flip flop.

A flip flop my mind was not about to embrace. A betrayal that kept my mouth open in the pantomime of a scream even as the suppressed gurgle of something far worse forced its way up my throat. Once more my body trembled and in that moment of weakness my mind flashed to what it might feel like to welcome those tentacles within me….to feel them wiggle and writher along my lips, clit and ass.

“Fuck me” the words came out. His eyes grew wide and mouth curled….

My betrayal was complete…..not what I meant…or was it…..shit……

The tentacle stroked up and down in long, smooth motions, stimulating her sex lightly. Caught without even panties, the direct contact was shocking... she could feel the suckers teasing and tickling across her lips, until one caught and sudden drew sparks of pleasure through her body. It cut through the dreamlike haze of the situation, real sensations that erupted in her brain.

"Fuck you...?" He whispers it as he leans in, intoned like a secret shared between lovers. "Gladly..." ANd then it came. The two tentacles that slithered into her shorts began to press against her lips, side by side as they began to invade...

Like a lovers fingers touching the soft wet flesh of my middle my flower is parted. Little my little it seems to squeeze its way into the tight folds of my opening. A gurgled moan spews softly past my lips before I bite the lower one and toss back my head to hang in shame. Closing my eyes I try and think of anything but the hot pleasurable flesh that literally seems to crawl further inside me.

Like a cock it pushes me wider as it enters. Yet, only there does the comparison start and end. Gasping is disbelief as the feather light kisses ply their way further up inside me. For a moment I only wiggle in the sensation of a thousand little mouths plying the inner folds of my pussy. The sensation is exquisite. The Pleasure bubbles inside me like a well feed spring.

Tears fall from my eyes in joy and sorrow. The inky black of fear seems to be washed away little by little as the spring of pleasure between my legs bubbles and froths in joy. I can feel him move deeper to my delight. Feel a tip find that spot inside that has never been touched before and I quiver. I cannot say no, not to this…not even to this abomination for it is that very reason it is sooooooo good.

“Fuuuuuck….meeeee” the words drip with the lust and pleasure I feel like someone else is now in charge of me. Screw Vera….sex can be fun. The struggle is over, I have been beaten by my own desires and needs.

One hand pulls the cotton T down while another finds the taut flesh of my tit and begins to squeeze it as I hang in the grip of this thing…this creature of pleasure and take what I can.

They pushed in slowly, pulsing along her skin to give themselves more length, more strength as the twin tentacles spread out her sexlips. Their progress was slow, almost frustratingly so as she found herself surrendering. They wouldn't fuck her, not fast enough, not deep enough!

Their edges were smooth, but the texture seemed to toy against her nerves, and the soft shape of the lines of octopus suckers tease her innermost folds and crevasses as they slid past. It was an impossible sensation, something unlike anything she had felt before, as they finally crawl over half a dozen inches into her.

And then they began to twist. Within her, they began to roll around one another, forming a thick intertwined spiral of tentacle that forced Cala wider still. As she begins to toy with her tit, the length of tentacles in her shorts begin to pull down. Pull together... at first, it seems they are pulling her legs back closed, but then they begin to spiral and knot, twist and turn... and slowly, inevitably... tear through her shorts and interlock to each other. No longer a length squeezing around within her clothes, they coiled together to form a solid staff, aimed straight for her most sacred of places like a thick spear...

And then, he finally speaks up, grinning with a twinkle in his eye. "What... what was that you said? You have to speak louder..."

The ring of flesh did little to dissuade the probing tentacles and that was good. It only served to heighten the feeling of being filled, a slow expansion of flesh making its way inside me…filling me…touching and kissing me. Hanging in mid air I could do little to force him deeper. So slow…so agonizingly slow as if it was deliberate.

No longer did I scream or cry out. No, my body made itself ready and willing. Made the way slick and wet for the passage of flesh so unbelievable welcome inside me. The sound of breaking fabric did little to dissuade me to fight. In fact, it only served to convince me to remove the T-shirt and let it fall to the bed below me.

Now naked in the arms of what could only be described as a monster, I care not a wit. For wits had fled me in the course of those horribly pleasurable tentacles crawling up my leg and pushing inside me. Pushing and twisting…that was a new sensation. A wonderful sensation that left me panting and moaning in joy.

Heat flared along my limbs. Blood pounded in my veins. Hormones coursed in my body and made everything that much more sensitive. My clit ached of joy as the skin of him played along it…sucking it…touching it. The quivering of my belly demanded more, and my mind had little doubt that I would be given it in due time. But first I had to answer the question.

“Fuck me…Fuck my wet pussy you flea bag….oh fuck how do you do this….AOOOOHH”

"Flea bag?" Icosagon couldn't help but snicker at that... he's been called a lot of things, but that was new! "I'll give you what I want... but you'd better scream it, I can't seem to hear you clearly enough..."

Moonlight streamed in through the window as she pulled away her shirt, baring herself completely before the tentacled freak. The staff pointed straight into her depths... slowly, it turned, grinding just inside her lips, ceaselessly stimulating her. When her pleading turned to screams, she got her reward... it drove into her, several inches sheathing into her in an instant.

Pulsing, throbbing and intertwined, the twin tentacles began to fuck her dripping canal in long, fast strokes, wasting no time in trying to pound her senseless. It was going to fuck her in ways she couldn't believe... but for now he simply wanted her to scream and plead for more, until that was all she could think of.

“AHHHH…FUXK YEE”

My tongue had grown unwieldy in my mouth. Sounds I was capable of…screams I could do but the words were as twisted and the thing that now plunged inwards to fill me. Vera wanted me to be prim and proper and I was nothing but a whoring slut and I loved it.

I’d not made it to porn, dad had seen to that shipping me here. But porn was in me…sex was in me…he was in me. Twisting, thrusting, doing things no boy had ever done to me before and I loved it. Positively absolutely loved it and would have walked naked in a snowstorm just to get this kind of sex.

“AARGGHH” It made no sense that this alien thing…this strange not man thing could fuck her better than any of the boys had. That she had feared for her life, had feared for her purity and now was dancing on the end of its….its tentacle for lack of a better word…

‘What the fuck, enjoy it cala girl’