Incest/Taboo The Coven

The Deal is Done

Baal turned his back to the altar and ignored Jane's screams as the tentacles enveloped her. It wasn't that he felt any guilt about her fate, in fact watching her getting fucked by her new demonic master would be very entertaining but he needed to find Rosie. Because despite his best efforts the demon had demanded two souls in exchange for it's help not just the one he was hoping to offer, so he needed to find the brunette as quickly as possible and complete the deal.

He strode towards the back of the temple heading for a small passageway which was almost hidden from the rest of the room. It was the only route out and must be where Rosie had gone. His only concern was how far into the temple the girl had wandered, as far as Baal could tell the site had been abandoned for years, maybe centuries. In such places the barriers to hell were very weak and it would be trivial for certain creatures to travel to Earth and make their home in the bowels of the temple. Rosie could easily encounter such things and whilst he wasn't concerned for her well being, there was a concern that another demon might take her for his own rather than the one he had in mind. So hurrying, he entered the dark passage and began his search.

Jane screamed as the tentacles wrapped around her sweaty, naked body. The last half hour had been a blur. The man she'd only previously considered as her boss had given her the three best orgasms of her life. That in itself was very weird as until hour before she'd never even found him attractive. Then as she lay on the weird stone altar, still overcome by the climax caused by the rough but extremely pleasurable taking of her anal virginity, he'd started chanting in a strange language she couldn't understand. Within seconds he'd been answered by a booming voice in the same language and then all she could see were tentacles suddenly appearing from around the altar and slithering towards her. They now surrounded her, wrapping tightly around her arms, legs and stomach. Each was dark green, about a one or two inches in diameter and dripping a thick, green slime. Jane tried desperately to get free as they slipped around her but she was held tight by them, unable to move at all. She began to panic, to struggle even harder but it was no good.

She screamed again as the tentacles lifted her off the altar with ease. She kept struggling, trying again to escape from their grip, thrashing and tugging, but it was impossible. More of the tentacles appeared then, waving in the air around her. Still panicking, she looked around, trying to find a way out but all she could see that the altar had vanished and in it's place was a black, shimmering portal from which the tentacles seemed to be coming. Several more of them latched onto her body, sliding over her skin, the slime that coated them rubbing off and mixing with her sweat. Two of tentacles wrapped around her very large breasts, squeezing and caressing the large mounds.

"Noooo!!!" Jane cried out, the tentacles massaging her tits harder and harder.

The deep voice spoke again in the strange language.

"Please! Let me go! Please!" She begged the voice.

It replied in the alien language, not a word of which made sense to her.

"Please! I don't understand." She cried, tears now streaming down her face as more tentacles appeared out of the dark portal and wrapped around her so that only her head was not surrounded in the disgusting things.

The voice spoke again, just a few words this time. As it finished speaking Jane felt a jolt run through her, which seemed to almost come from her own mind, which was followed by a sharp, stabbing pain in her head.

"Arghhhh!" She screamed as her head throbbed.

"Be calm my pet. I was just ensuring you could understand me." It was the voice again, still speaking in the strange language but this time Jane could understand it. As it spoke the pain vanished and she even felt just a little calmer.

"Please! You have to let me go!" She screamed at the voice, if she could understand it, maybe she could bargain with it.

But in response the voice just let out a deep, rumbling laugh and said "I don't think so little one. Baal has offered me your body and soul in exchange for a small favour. An offer I was happy to accept. So you see now you are mine to do with as I wish, for all eternity."

"NO! PLEASE!" Jane cried, now utterly terrified, panic filling her again. She didn't know what the creature was but the thought of being it's prisoner was too much.

"I'm afraid so my nubile plaything. You are mine and I intend to use your body to fulfil my every whim."

"Oh god! No! NO!! NOOO!!!" Jane screamed again, thrashing about in the demon's tentacled embrace but the appendages held her fast yet again.

"Yes Jane. You are mine!" The voice bellowed with glee.

Jane then felt the tentacles wrapped around her breasts begin their caresses again, squeezing and rubbing all around her large, firm tits. Another tentacle that had been wrapped around her leg slithered up slightly and the tip started sliding around her pussy, gently playing with her opening but not entering her. Despite her terror Jane felt a little tingle of pleasure from these assaults, she tried desperately to ignore it.

"Before we begin I think it best I bring you to your new home." The voice said as the tentacles began pulling Jane towards the black portal.

With surprising speed the tentacles pulled her through the air, her constant struggles no use at all against the strong appendages. Within seconds she was tugged through the portal, as she passed though she lost all her senses -- there was no sound, no smell, no feeling and everything was a black beyond black. But then the world came flooding back, at least a world did, Jane was immediately sure she wasn't on Earth any longer.

Even with the tentacles writhing around her slimy body Jane couldn't help but look around in astonishment at her new surroundings. She appeared to be in some kind of dark and dank cave but it was larger than anything she thought possible. The roof vanished above her into a thick fog with only a strange, very weak, blue light coming through the clouds. She could see walls behind and to both sides of her but in front of her the cave seemed endless, quickly become obscured in the thick darkness. The walls and floors appeared made of some kind of dark green rock but it was covered in a thick green slime that looked suspiciously like that which now coated her naked flesh and the tentacles that surrounded her. There were vast quantities of the stuff, in places it seemed inches deep and in many parts of the cave blooms of weird fungus that looked like rotting fronds of seaweed grew out of the slime.

One of the tentacles suddenly brushed passed her pussy again, sending yet another unasked for tingle of pleasure through her and bringing her back to her predicament of hanging several feet above the cave floor whilst being held by some kind of demonic tentacles. She looked around hurriedly for the source but they vanished into the darkness in front of her.

"So what do you think of your new home then my little plaything?" The evil voiced boomed throughout the cave.

"Please! Let me go!" Jane begged again. "Just let me go home! Please!"

The voice let out a deep, booming laugh and then said "Too late for that beautiful Jane. The portal Baal opened is closed and you're in hell now. If I let you leave this cave I promise you something much worse than me would find you very soon. You may be forced to spend eternity as my wanton sex slave but I will care for you, ensure you live well. The things out there would do much, much worse."

Jane barely understood its words and halfway though it's warning started fiercely sobbing. She couldn't take this. She was terrified and none of it made sense at all, she just wanted to go home.

Her sobs abruptly ended when the tentacles suddenly released her and she landed with a squelch and brief shock of pain, face first onto the cave floor. The slime beneath her was a couple of inches deep and as she sunk into it with her fall, swallowed a large mouthful of it. To her surprise it tasted very sweet and not at all unpleasant. Despite herself she let the load in her mouth slide down her throat. It filled her belly with a warm, sweet glow, it was really quite delicious. Without thinking she scooped up a second mouthful and as that slipped down her throat she licked up a third before she realised what she was doing. Shaking her head in shock at her actions she hurriedly got to her feet. The slime, which had now utterly drenched her ran off her curves as she stood, a small torrent dribbling around her large breasts.

Once on her feet she hurriedly looked around again, she was free, she knew this would be her only chance to escape. But all such thoughts vanished as the owner of the tentacles, and apparently now her, slunk out of the darkness. It was huge, perhaps ten or twelve foot tall, and basically humanoid. But in place of skin it had a dark green insect-like exoskeleton made of some kind of chitin with odd protuberances and spikes coming out of it whilst a think layer of the slime coated it all over. Its head was more human like though it was formed of the same kind of chitin with black hollow eyes, a large mouth filled with dozens of sharp teeth and a large prehensile tongue that wiggled about in the air, slime constantly dripping off it.

The only parts of its body not made of the dark green chitin were the tentacles which seemed to replace its arms with a dozen or so sprouting from each shoulder -- they now only seemed to be about a dozen feet long and waving around in the air, Jane couldn't understand how moments ago they must have been stretching much further. However she quickly became fixated on the only other part of the demon's body not made from chitin, its cock, which sat between its legs, rock hard and pointing straight at Jane. It was about two foot long, many inches wide and a dark green flesh dripping in yet more of the ever-present slime. Jane stared at it slowly approaching her and started screaming again, fear was filling her mind yet at the same time a small part of her kept wondering what such a dick would feel like inside her and how good that might be.

"Ha ha ha! I see you are impressed little one. I am pleased. We will, after all, be spending a lot of time together."

Jane, tearing her eyes from the thing's cock, and thought of it from her head, turned and started running. She didn't care where she went or what might be out there, she had to get away from the demon.

She made held a dozen steps before the tentacles grasped onto her and lifted her into the air. Even as she screamed in frustration and fear she couldn't help but notice that this time it didn't feel as bad as they wrapped around her again, groping her breasts, sliding over her slimy skin and holding her tight. Within moments the tentacles had pulled her across the room, levitating her in front of the demon.

"Come now Jane, don't be foolish. You need to embrace your future. Accept me as you master!" The demon bellowed.

"Nooo!" Was all Jane could sob in reply. Yet even as she did a tentacle brushed firmly against the opening of her slime slick pussy, sending a jolt of ecstasy up her spine. The first times it only been a slight tingle but this was so much more. For a moment she wanted to give in, wanted to be penetrated by the demon.

"Do not resist Jane. I know you want me. I know you must have me."

Jane tried to struggle, tried to get out of the tentacles grip even as she shouted in her mind to resist the demon's words. She didn't couldn't let it fuck her no matter how much her pussy now burned with each touch. But it became much harder to resist as one of the slimy appendages finally rested against her hole, not entering her but gently pushing against the opening, rubbing against her clit. Teasing her, exciting her.

"Noooo...urgghhhhh!" She cried out, first in resistance then in pleasure as the tentacles around her large breasts began gently squeezing, rubbing at her now rock hard nipples.

"Ha ha ha! Soon my pet! You will beg for it!" The demon shouted in glee, it's maw open wide, slimy spittle flying out, much of it splattering on Jane's already wet body.

"I won't!" She screamed back even as every fibre of her being cried out to be fucked.

"You will! You will call me master! You will do so now!" It screamed, almost angry now.

Jane groaned as the tentacle at her opening finally slipped into her dripping cunt. She wanted to not enjoy, tried to ignore the pleasure, still desperately wanted to escape but it felt so good. Even as the first penetrated her insides yet more tentacles slid around her slime coated body, she tried to push them off her but it was no good -- she was utterly trapped by the endless tentacles, she was totally at the demon's mercy, a thought that aroused her ever more -- it was what she always wanted.

"Fuck!! Yesss!!! Please!!! Master!!!" She cried as a second tentacle joined the first slipping into her now wide open cunt, for a moment she wanted more, wanted to finally give in but somehow she found strength and resisted again, disgusted she'd broken even for a moment.

"No! No! I won't enjoy it!" She screamed at the demon.

"You will Jane. You can't stop it. Your body already yearns for me and your mind is following. It is too late."

"Noooo!" Jane screamed again as another tentacle slid slowly into her tight arsehole, forcing its way up into her body.

"Aiii...argghhh..." She cried out as the three tentacles inside her began to piston in and out of her holes. Unbidden waves of pleasure burst from her pussy and arse. She'd been an anal virgin less than an hour ago but already she knew she'd always want to be fucked there as well now.

"Urgghhhhhh!" Jane screamed, part in pleasure and part in resistance as the tentacles picked up pace in their assault on her body. "Fuuuccckkk!!!! Urgghhh!! I won't....."

But it was too late, the tentacles inside her felt too good, she was just too aroused. The final drops of fight left her as a third and second tentacle pushed their way into her cunt and rectum, respectively. It felt so good to be penetrated so hugely and she finally gave herself to the monster, relaxing in its grip and letting the mass of slimy tendrils that surrounded her caress her or fuck her as they wished.

The tentacles writhed around her body, more pushing into her holes as she began licking those that slid passed her mouth letting the sweet tasting slime slip down her throat. Quickly she had half a dozen in both her pussy and her arse along with a couple more sliding down her throat. She had no idea how her holes could accommodate such a number but didn't care either. She might be in hell but this was pure heaven and she now, not allow accepted her fate, but welcomed the thought of being her master's sex toy for all eternity.

"Master! Oh god! Master! I'm going to cum!" And with a cry she did, her whole body exploding in orgasm as the tentacles kept up their pistoning. Jane thought she must have cum for several unbelievable minutes but she was so addled with pleasure it could have been a second or ten years. She just felt a bliss that seemed endless.

Panting in exhaustion her peak slowly slipped away and tentacles pulled out of her abused holes. Most then slid off her body, her naked skin now coated in slime so thick that her pale flesh could barely be seen underneath. Four still held up up, two wrapped around her legs, their tips caressing her thighs and two around her back, over her shoulders and around her breasts where they kept playing and tweaking the flesh, little squirts of slime flying off as they moved.

The tentacles manoeuvred her around so that she was laid out in front of the demon, her legs spread wide and its massive cock right in between.

"Yes! Please master! Fuck me! I want you to cum in me!" Jane was again begging the monster but now for something quite different than freedom.

It didn't reply but simply thrust its way forward, its giant cock hilting inside her. It was so massive that Jane could see her usually flat stomach distend, the tip of its dick clearly visible above her navel. She knew it should feel like agony but instead it was a pleasure, better than even that the tentacles had given her.

"YES! MASTER! PLEASE! Fuck me! Please! Ahhhh....urgghhhhhhhh!" Jane screamed as the giant demon pulled its cock out of her and again rammed it to the hilt in her stretched hole, immediately causing her to cum yet again.

And so it continued for what seemed like an eternity of pure bliss. The demon rammed its cock in and out of Jane's beautiful body, hammering into her time after time. She rocked against its thrusts, pushing it deeper and deeper into herself as the tentacles holding her up continued to caress her slime drenched thighs and large, dripping breasts. It was sex unlike anything she'd ever imagined and with each dozen or so times she was penetrated she would cum again. Her screams of pleasure echoing off the cave walls and goading the monster to fuck her harder and harder.

Finally as Jane climaxed again, crying out one last time, her master came too. Jane felt it's giant cock jerk inside her and moments later it seemed as if her whole body had been filled with cum. She felt gush after gush of hot liquid spilling into her womb as she shook with the power of her own orgasm. The demon started bellowing in joy, animal grunts interspersed with cries of Jane's name. She was sure she'd pleased him much more than he'd thought she would and that made her very happy.

Soon Jane's womb was filled to bursting, her belly distending even more as pint after pint of cum poured into it. As her peak subsided she began to worry it might not stop but then the demon pulled itself out of Jane's hole. Immediately her inside emptied themselves and a torrent and thick, gooey cum spurted out of her hole, spraying all over the cave fall. Meanwhile the demon kept cumming, now directing its flow over Jane's already slime slick body. Due to the huge quantities still spilling out of the demonic cock Jane was soon covered head to toe but she didn't care, she smiled, and opened her mouth to swallow as much as she could, utterly embracing her new life.

Baal was getting increasingly frustrated. It turned out that temple was built like a maze. The room with the statues and altar in were just the entrance, there seemed to be many more passages and further rooms spreading out for miles from that first room. He was very surprised as it was not what he'd expected at all. His scrying onto the astral plane that connected hell to Earth had revealed the location of the hidden temple and he'd known it would therefore be a perfect place to offer up the girls to some demonic power but nothing had suggested the scope or size of the complex. It all seemed very odd -- it just made no sense there'd be something like this buried under a modern office building.

He turned another corner and sighed in frustration, the room was as empty as the rest and there was no sign of Rosie at all, but then the room's contents piqued his interest. Unlike most of the other parts of the temple, which seemed empty other than for dust and the odd statue this room was filled with books, presumably it was some kind of library. Intrigued, Baal started scanning along the shelves, pulling out the odd book at random.

Every single one was very old, some starting to crumble to dust as he took them from the shelf. The most recent appeared to date from the early centuries of the previous millennia with many being written in a form of Middle English that Baal could only just understand. Thankfully a few were in Latin, a language that had barely changed in two thousand years and from these Baal began to realise what a treasure trove he had discovered. The collection covered every element of magic that he'd ever heard of including dozens of spell books, encyclopedias of demonology and many tomes on the lands of hell.

Along with the books of knowledge were a number of journals and histories that told the story of the collection itself. Through these Baal discovered that the first books had been brought together be a mage in the early years of the Roman invasion of Britain by a historian named Maegetorius Cassius, who had travelled to the newly conquered lands to study and learn from the local Celtic people. Cassius had quickly become fascinated by the magic of the druids and travelled widely to learn their secrets. Soon tempted by the power it offered, he began casting the magic himself and gathered about him a coven of witches, both Celtic and Roman girls, as his apprentices and toys.

However his depraved studies were soon discovered by the commander of the legion based in the area and he was quickly arrested and executed for his foul deeds. Thankfully, least to Baal's mind, the legionnaires illiteracy meant Cassius's books were meaningless to them and they left them to the better educated daughter of the legion's commander. As so often with the dark magics of hell the once innocent girl was seduced by the power Cassius has uncovered and in time became a powerful witch of her own. She added her own studies to the work of Cassius as did those who took ownership of the library after her.

As far as Baal could tell the story came to an end just before 1200 when the collection was owned by a mage of great power who had served the Kings of England for many years. Eventually however a particularly pious lord has taken offence to the mage and he became hunted. The temple that Baal now sat in was an attempt to escape that hunt. It was built in a part of the astral plane that sat between Earth and hell, and whilst it could be connected to either with ease it did not have to be. Therefore supposedly protecting his owner from his enemies.

From what Baal could divine, from the books and a couple of simple detection spells, the mage was not as good as he had thought and the temple was not as secure as he hoped. Clearly he had been caught and presumably killed leaving the temple to float between the worlds randomly connecting to both Earth and hell when powerful magic would draw its attention. Obviously Baal's own magic had been what had summoned it to appear beneath his office but it also meant that the connection wasn't permanent, and that he needed to work quickly. Still he knew he had a little time, so sure Rosie could wait a little longer, he continued to scan through the books to see what secret knowledge would be of use to him. Sure now that fate had delivered him all he needed to get his revenge on the bitch Laura.

Rosie hesitated, she just didn't know what to do. It had started when her boss ordered her to work late and help with some stupid office move that had nothing to do with her. Then the power went out and despite all her logical thoughts had felt compelled to investigate the problem herself whilst she'd also suddenly felt hornier than she had for quite some time. She'd hurried off to the basement ahead of the other two, she couldn't stand Lauren and wanted to avoid spending any more time with her, all whilst ignoring the lust she'd started feeling. Unfortunately the basement was a lot bigger and more maze-like than she'd imagined and she'd quickly got lost, at one point she thought she'd heard the others' voices but they were soon muffled and seemed to be descending away from her. After what had seemed liked a very long time she'd eventually found her way back to the main passage only to be confronted by a dark stone archway that she was sure hadn't been there earlier. It was very odd and Rosie knew she should turn around and head back up to the office but something kept her standing there so now she was staring at the arch, wondering what she should do -- run or see where it went?

Rosie took a deep breath and made her decision taking a few steps toward the arch. She'd knew it wasn't the way out but its sudden appearance deeply intrigued Rosie and she had to see where it went. She justified the decision to herself with the logic that the others had perhaps descended down there too. Quickly, before she could change her mind she hurried down the stairs, her high heeled boots clicking on stone steps.

She found the stairs descended into a room weirder than anything she'd expected. It appeared like some kind of temple with a large altar in the centre. Rosie nervously walked towards the altar and saw that it was coated in a thick green slime which was slowly dribbling off the black stone onto the floor so that several large puddles were growing around it. She had no idea where it came from but didn't like the look off it and quickly turned away to examine the statues that lined the walls. Each depicted some kind of monstrous creature that looked like they'd been plucked straight out of a horror movie. Yet for some reason Rosie wasn't sure they were just the product of some sick artist's imagination, the details were too precise, the form too realistic - everything about them suggested they were carvings of real creatures, no matter how ridiculous that might seem.

Rosie knew such a conclusion should terrify her but it didn't. In fact as she studied each statue in turn she felt herself begin to get even more aroused than when she'd entered the basement. First it was just a stronger urge inside her pussy but then her nipples begin to harden, poking up through her bra and green dress, then she started to get wet. By the time she reached the sixth statue, which depicted a giant blob of tentacles, her black tights had become very wet around her hole and were sticking tightly to her skin. She was really beginning to regret the decision not to put some panties on that morning too.

The reasons for her fascination and excitement was that each monsters had been carved in the process of fucking one or more beautiful women. Each demon used a variety of cocks, tentacles and other appendages as each was unique but in every case the girls were obviously loving it, captured in a moment of orgasmic bliss. Rosie knew the whole idea of these monsters, real or not, fucking human women should disgust her but it didn't. All she could think of is what it would feel like to be in their place. She knew it was disgusting, that she should stop herself but at the same time just didn't care. She'd never done anything even remotely kinky in her live before, it had just never interested her but these thoughts, the idea of being screwed by a monster just turned her on and she wasn't going to stop herself now.

Excited to see what was next she reached the seventh statue, a giant six limbed insect-like creature who had a truly giant cock buried so deep in a girl that her stomach was quite distended, it was even more arousing the the rest. Rosie was again wracked with indecision, on one hand she knew she should run back up the stairs and get out of the weird place but on the other hand she'd never felt quite as aroused as this before. Before her mind had even decided what to do her body was reacting and her hand was drifting underneath the hem of her short, green dress - she was desperately keen to touch herself whilst imaging she was the girl with the massive demon cock in her.

Her indecision only lasted a second more and she let out a small moan as her fingers pressed against her nylon covered hole, her juices squeezing out of the fabric of her tights between her fingers. She pushed harder and harder, fingers pushing into her hole, stretching the nylon, her thumb pushing down on her hub. She had just started to rub up and down when she heard noises on the stairs behind her. Thinking perhaps it was the others she yanked her hand off herself and turned towards the stairway to greet them.

As Rosie turned she saw a passageway on the other side of the room, she hadn't seen it before but it clearly led further underground. She took a step or two towards it, intrigued as to where it went, when she saw a shape in the shadows halfway down the tunnel. She walked closer to it still until she could see into the dark more clearly. She gasped -- the shape was a tentacle, about three inches wide, pale white and obviously dripping in some kind of ichor, As she watched it pulled back, vanishing into the darkness of the passageway.

Turning back to the stairs she could hear someone descending, though they were still some way above the room. With an erotic thrill shooting through her body, Rosie made a snap decision and immediately ran toward the tunnel, her black ankle boots clattering on the stone flooring.

She reached the tunnel entrance and hurried down it, there was even less light than in the temple room but enough of the old candles were left alight in wall alcoves for her to see her way. and more importantly to see the tentacle vanish around the corner at the end of the passageway. She hurried after it, another erotic buzz shooting through her. She couldn't believe what she was doing, she normally didn't even sleep with guys until they'd been on half a dozen dates but now she was chasing after some kind of demonic monster with the full intention of letting it fuck her, all because some statues suggested it might be quite fun. Rosie knew it was madness but couldn't stop herself, she'd become instantly obsessed with the idea of having some tentacle abuse her pussy, so instead of stopping she picked up her pace and ran after the beast.

She ran down one passageway after another, passing various dark rooms and even more of the statues. The place seemed huge and she could easily have got lost but at each turning the tentacle was waiting for her, vanishing around the corner as she got close. She figured it knew she was coming and couldn't understand why it didn't just wait for her. As corridor after corridor flashed past her she got increasingly frustrated, She was so horny she needed to fuck something urgently.

"Please! Wait! Please!" She cried out as the tentacle sat waiting at yet another junction. Yet once again as she got within a few metres of it, it vanished around the corner.

Screaming in frustration Rosie dashed around the corner but stopped short immediately after. She finally knew why the thing hadn't waited for her -- most of it hadn't moved.

Rosie now stood in a huge cavern which was lit by dozens of large flaming torches embedded in the ground yet the walls and roof were still hidden by darkness. In the middle of the cavern was the tentacles owner, it was a huge white skinned blob of flesh, easily fifty metres in diameter. It was featureless apart from dozens of the tentacles which sprouted from all around it's body. Each looked like the one Rosie had followed though they varied in length, some looked hundreds of metres long, others perhaps only ten. The demons body and all the tentacles were dripping in a clear, slimy gunk which ran off its form and covered much of the cavern.

Rosie took a few steps forward, the heels of her boots splashing into the pool of slime that spread over the floor. For the briefest moment she was unsure what to do, the thing was more alien than she'd ever expected, there was just no way she should find it sexually attractive yet she couldn't deny the lust she was still feeling. It was so strange she was just overwhelmed with lust. She needed something to enter her urgently, she didn't care what it was and it may as well be a demonic blob. In fact she wanted it to be the blob, she didn't know why but she had to let it have her. She needed it to fuck her. Her decision made Rosie walked towards the creature.

"Hi." She said a little nervously as the blob pulsated in front of her. "Um, I don't mind if you want to, um,you know, fuck me."

The demon didn't respond, its tentacles just continued to wave about in the air or slither around the cavern. A couple slid a few metres away from Rosie but her hopes were dashed as the second she took a step toward them, her boots sinking deeper into the slime, they pulled right back, away from her at some speed.

"I know you monster things like fucking girls. I saw the statues." Still there was no response and she began to wonder if the monster could even understand her or perhaps this one wasn't one of the ones that fucked girls. Yet she didn't think so. She was sure it has tempted her here for one reason only, a thought that aroused her even more, but then why wasn't it reacting to her?

"Don't you want to fuck me? Please. I'm really horny, I need you." Rosie said, again with no response, beginning to get desperate now, fearing the aching desire in her pussy wouldn't be answered.

Deciding she had to take action she she unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the ground leaving her standing before the monster in just her underwear and ankle boots.

"Please! I need you! I'll do anything." She begged it, beginning to panic a little.

Yet there was still no change in the blob so Rosie pulled off her black bra, putting her small but pert tits on clear display. She then reached down and with both hands tore off her tights, pulling the nylon away from her body until she finally stood naked apart from her black boots. Her tanned skin glistened with the beads of sweat that had formed as she'd chased the tentacle and she gently ran her hands over her curves. Rosie knew she was looking gorgeous and that they were few men who'd not be tempted by her beautiful body on full display and slick with sweat. Yet still the blob didn't stir.

"Look! I'm naked! I'm all yours! I'll be your fuck toy. Do whatever you want with me. Please, just make me cum! I beg you, make my cum!" Rosie screamed at the blob, knowing if it didn't respond this time she'd just have to frig herself off. She has to cum soon.

Despite her pleading there was still no reaction. Rosie lowered herself to the slimy ground with a sigh of disappointment, her knees sinking into the thick bed of white slime on the floor as her hand slipped between her legs. She knew something had to make her cum even if it had to be herself.

Then suddenly, as her fingertip pressed into her hole, her pleading was finally answered. With shocking speed a cluster of the tentacles dived off the ground and rushed towards her. Rosie barely had time to let out a squeal of surprise and delight before they wrapped around her. Within seconds her limbs and body were all entangled in the tentacles, with perhaps twenty wrapped around her in total. They felt warm, rubbery and very sticky against her skin. Rosie thought it was more than a little gross but the revulsion only seemed to make her even more excited -- being abused by something so inhuman and foul was now all she wanted.

"Yesss!!" She screamed as the one of the tentacles found it's way between her legs and shoved it's tip into her pussy. She'd finally got the penetration she had so desperately wanted. The tentacles now writhed all over her body, coating her in the thick white slime, wrapping around her breasts and limbs, sliding around her curves and firmly pushing into her holes. The one in her pussy had only been the start, it was soon joined by two more of the rubbery appendages, causing her to briefly squeal again as they entered her. She then let out a long scream, a mix of surprise and pleasure, as one worked it's way around the curves of her arse and pushed it's way into her tight arsehole. No one had ever fucked in that hole before but she knew instantly that she liked it, it got even better when a second tentacle forced it's way in too, driving deep into her anus.
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