Loss of Virginity
Goosebumps raced across my skin. Something—something stiff and slick—had seized my ankle. I kicked, trying to shake it free, but the pull was so savage that every thrash of my leg only dragged me farther back.
"L-let go of me!"
Whatever had lunged out of the dark coiled around my other ankle and both wrists, then cinched tight around my waist. It handled me the way a rough child manhandles a toy, and with nothing but my hands and feet to fight with, I never even got the chance to resist before it started hauling me away.
Pitch black in every direction, I couldn't see an inch ahead. My head, my arms, my shoulders slammed into hard surfaces as I was dragged along, pain arriving too fast for me even to cry out.
"Urgh—kh. Khh…"
No—I only came in here to get away from the footsteps. I never thought whatever was past this door would be so much worse…
Should I have run back the way I came? Or ducked into the room next door?
But second-guessing now was water already spilled. What mattered wasn't the choice I'd already made—it was that something had me, and I was about to die.
The thing around my ankles climbed my legs, squeezing harder by the second. This time pain drowned out the fear, and I screamed.
"Ghhhk… kyahh. I-it hurts…!"
It hurts. I can't breathe.
Just kill me already…!
I thrashed under a pain like my lungs being wrung out whole, but it only clamped my limbs tighter and yanked them wide, spreading me into a helpless X. Then it jerked me hard—
"Ah."
Its true form was a giant octopus.
A white octopus with enormous yellow eyes, its body glowing a cold, electric blue. Coiled around a pipe, its bulk sprawled like a house, and it was staring straight through my face.
Awe rose unbidden.
Tentacles as thick as a man's waist bound me; an eyeball the size of my torso locked onto mine. What I felt then wasn't fear or agony, but wonder.
I felt as if a mere human had no right even to look at it. As if I had become an insect staring up at a person.
A ringing filled my skull. In a dizzying haze that threatened to drive me mad, that eye—writhing like a living thing of its own—seized my entire field of vision.
Twitch. Throb. The pupil swelling and shrinking in a steady rhythm, like a heartbeat. I couldn't look away…
For a moment even the pain of my limbs being stretched vanished as I stared, dazed—and then the tentacles began climbing higher along my legs and waist.
"Huh? Wh… wha…?"
Half resigned already, I still let out a blank, stupid sound at something I had never imagined.
My mind snapped clear, as if ice water had been dumped over me. The octopus worked its sticky, slimy tentacles under the hem of my undershorts and the bottom of my top, prying them roughly apart.
"N-no! Pervert—you pervert. You sick octopus bastard! Don't… u-ughh."
I twisted my whole body in resistance; the clothes already stretched by the tentacles tore, and my body, suspended in midair, jolted up and down.
The octopus paid my thrashing no mind at all. It tightened around my throat and slammed me to the floor.
"Hic. Hh, uuuuh…"
The world flashed white. Agony exploded through the back of my skull, and tears streamed down my face.
It hurts. It hurts so much.
Just kill me like this. End it already…
But it had no intention of giving me what I wanted. As if determined to cripple my arms entirely, it bound both wrists together with a tentacle.
Then it wound around both of my legs with greedy care, hoisted them high, and forced me into a lewd, exposed pose.
At last the sticky tentacles—muscle so taut they looked ready to crush me—tore through my clothes, wormed inside, and toyed with my bare skin however they pleased.
Surrounded on every side by tentacles, one massive appendage rubbed between my thighs, grinding its tip against me as if it meant to push in at any second.
"N-no…"
In a place like this… to something like an octopus… I'm going to lose my first time…?
"H-help me…"
But in this grotesque station, no one was there to hear my mutter.
The octopus stripped away the torn scraps of clothing that no longer served any purpose. Between the tentacles and my forcibly spread thighs, nothing remained to cover me.
No words, no struggle would stop this… No. Held by that overwhelming strength, the thought of resisting didn't even form.
If I piss it off, something even worse will happen…
My head pounding fit to split, my body battered without a single sound place left, my ears screaming with tinnitus—I hung limp.
The octopus rubbed a tentacle with a particularly blunt tip against the corner of my lips.
"…Mmph."
A thickness too great to fit in my mouth; a blunt tip split by a single slit; a foul, briny stench.
I didn't want to imagine what it was.
When I clenched my lips shut and fought its constant attempts to force its way in, the octopus slapped it hard across my cheek.
Smack. Smack. Rough, callous motions, as if handling vermin it could kill with a flick of a limb. Tears spilled on their own.
"Hh… hhk, I'm sorry…"
The struck place burned so badly that my mouth fell open—and the instant it did, the thing invaded.
Hot, sticky, taut, salty—every nauseating sensation sharpened the moment it touched my tongue.
Blurt. Bllt. Bluuurt.
The second it filled my mouth, a thick, salty fluid poured out in a rush, flooding me all at once.
"Urgh. Mmph… gulp. Glk… khelk, khelk! Bleehh. Uweeegh… hhh…"
The release went on far too long.
I-is this thing insane?! Almost several dozen seconds…
What I couldn't swallow came back up, dripping from my nose and mouth.
It feels like my throat and nose are on fire.
But the octopus wasn't satisfied in the least. As if furious that I had dared to spill any of it, it seized my body and shoved my face into the white, murky fluid already puddled on the floor, grinding me into it.
With my legs still held spread and aloft and my arms bound behind me, I had no choice but to bury my face in that… that filthy liquid.
Ugh, it's disgusting… The smell, the sticky warmth—everything about it is so, so awful…!
But… why is my body getting hotter and hotter…?
As time passed, the grip on my arms and thighs seemed to ease a little. I almost felt free—except that no strength would answer in my limbs at all.
Supported only by the tentacles' hold, my head ground through the spent fluid, I went completely slack in that shameful pose.
The ringing is still there, but my mind is drifting… Somehow, it doesn't feel so bad…
As if walking on clouds, the pain and the humiliation were fading by degrees—when a foreign pressure registered between my legs.
"Eh…?"
That grotesquely massive cock shoved into me without a shred of consideration.
And so the first time I had guarded for twenty-one years—sometimes idly fantasizing about who it might be with—was stolen by a giant octopus. So fast it was hollow. So one-sided it was empty.
But I felt no pain, and because of that, it didn't even feel like something happening to me—more like watching someone else's ordeal.
Instead, a floating lightness and dizziness braided together, and the heat in my body climbed higher still.
As if the link between body and mind had snapped, the octopus's cock, buried to the hilt, began to move fast.
"Haahk… uh… khh. Oohh…♥ I-it's too faaast…♥"
A nasal, coaxing moan. D-did I just make that sound…?
I never made a sound like that. I'm not speaking in metaphors—there was the me watching this in despair, and the me down there rolling my hips and enjoying it…!
I drifted in the air, a detached spectator to a grotesque, perverted violation.
It should have been agony, grief, resentment… and yet there I was, face slack with pleasure. It looked good, but the moans coming through grew more broken, more ruined by the second.
The sight of myself rocking my own hips, putting on a show, servicing that tentacle cock—I couldn't believe that was me.
What do I do. It's my body, but I can't feel it… and now I can't even move it.
Then my scattered mind snapped back, and a sensation like being yanked downward wrapped my whole body.
The freefall feeling stopped all at once, replaced by a snug comfort, as if I had slipped into clothes that fit perfectly. As faint bodily sensation returned—
"…Ugh♥ oohh♥ hiihk♥"
Body and mind fused again, and all the pleasure deferred for so long crashed over me at once.
No thought. No words. As the animal ecstasy of a body raped over and over slammed straight into my skull, reason began to erode.
"…Haahk♥ ughk♥ i-it huuurts… kyahh♥"
The pain of first penetration.
The helplessness of being ravaged by a giant beast, and the pleasure I couldn't refuse.
The feeling of my lower belly bulging as if pregnant from the octopus's cock, tentacles coiling around it and pressing hard with every thrust.
And… the foreign weight in my womb as I, crushed under pleasure myself, shook my hips without rest and came again and again.
Caught in all of it at once, my reason began to go dark once more.
Not only my body—my mind was no longer mine.
"Sa… save meee…♥"
With those words, a thick fluid flooded my mouth, and my reason tore free of my body again and tumbled endlessly downward.