Tentacles (1)
Just as consciousness was about to slip away, a series of spine-chilling friction sounds rose one after another from the darkness.
Shiiik. Shik!
New tentacles coiled like snakes around her limp wrists and ankles, winding tight.
"Ah—ugh…!"
Before she could even resist, the tentacles seized her limbs and wrenched them taut in every direction. Her body, suspended in midair, was stretched wide into a full spread and bound fast.
The joints of her shoulders and hips screamed. Even the defensive posture she had barely managed to hold was torn away without mercy.
She had no strength left to fight. Beyond her flickering vision, another massive tentacle—throbbing with grotesque life—shot straight toward her face.
Dripping thick slime, it closed in beneath her chin and forcibly clamped shut the jaw she had half-opened to gasp out a pained breath.
"Mph—mmphh…!"
With a nauseating wet rupture, a huge, slick mass of living flesh violently forced its way into her mouth. The writhing pillar filled the space between her parted lips, crushed her tongue root, and drove deep into her esophagus in a single thrust.
Her jaw joint stretched to its limit. Her airway sealed shut.
"Ghk—ghhh!"
A horrific, airless strangulation slammed into the back of her skull.
Her limbs, already hauled high into the air, remained stretched taut and bound by the thick tentacles. Like a carcass hung from a slaughterhouse hook, Yuna's body thrashed desperately in empty space.
The misshapen mass of flesh plugging her throat scraped roughly against the delicate mucous membrane and pulsed with wet gulps. From its surface, endless yellow slime poured in surging floods down into her throat.
It was the kind of stench that could only come from animal carcasses left to rot for decades at the bottom of a sewer.
Viscous fluid overflowed thickly from the corners of her lips that could no longer close. The monster's sticky secretions trailed down her jawline, over her nape, and dripped onto bare skin.
Her lungs, starving for oxygen, expanded and contracted madly as if they would shatter her ribs. But all that flooded in through nose and mouth was a lukewarm filth reeking of iron blood and open sewer.
Hhk—hhhk. Air… I can't…
From the edges of her vision, black spots bloomed under the extreme oxygen deprivation. Her mind flickered white as reason slowly melted away. Only a raw, animal scrape of metal against her throat leaked wretchedly through her crushed vocal cords.
While her upper body flailed in the swamp of asphyxiation, an entirely different dimension of violation was being carried out below.
Her ankles, wrapped in tentacles, were hoisted into the air, leaving the soft bare flesh of her inner thighs nakedly exposed to the cool air of the bathroom stall. A sticky mass of flesh burrowed into her waistband and, as if peeling the skin from prey, dragged her pants and underwear down past her ankles with relentless persistence.
Between her defenselessly spread legs, another tentacle began to crawl upward, inch by inch. The ice-cold pillar scraped mercilessly against her tender skin. Through that rough, abrading texture, the monster's sickening pulse transmitted itself whole.
It coiled like a massive serpent embracing its prey and pressed insistently toward the most private place of her lower abdomen. Far more chilling than a sudden tearing blow was that greedy, sticky advance.
The damp, blunt tip of the tentacle flicked like a giant tongue over the folds surrounding her tightly closed red cunt, licking upward. Acidic, sticky slime was painted thick across her clitoris and outer labia.
Squelch. Squish.
The obscenely wet sounds ricocheted off the narrow stall's tile walls.
This was no simple attack. It was a grotesque instinct—probing the entrance to her womb to gauge whether she was a female fit for mating, whether she had value as a host that could carry its seed.
One tentacle ravaging her esophagus. Another toying with her most intimate place below. The two massive masses of flesh pulsed and vibrated in unison, as if linked by invisible veins. In that terrible resonance, the womb deep in her belly convulsed in instinctive terror.
Then the monster became certain: the prey it had captured was a perfect vessel for breeding.
With that filthy certainty, the dozens of tentacle strands that had been crushing her limbs as if to tear them apart loosened their grip by the slightest degree. It was not mercy. It was the arrogance of an overwhelming predator, certain its prey could never escape this space.
The massive pillar choking her throat began to withdraw, roughly scouring the mucous membrane of her esophagus as it slowly pulled free. The terrible weight crushing her tongue root vanished. The tentacle scraped across her lips and dragged disgustingly over her cheek and jaw. Spit and yellow slime tangled together, stretching long threads into the air before snapping free.
"Ghk—kahhk…! Haa—haa…!"
Her blocked airway opened. Cold, metallic air exploded deep into her lungs. With a cough that felt as if her chest would tear apart, tears and snot streamed down her chin in a mess.
But the instant the oxygen starvation crushing her brain lifted, a bestial survival instinct seized the fleeting gap.
"Nngh! Aaagh!"
She flared her bloodshot eyes and wrenched every muscle in her body, twisting her waist with savage force. A searing pain shot through her left shoulder joint as if it would dislocate under the tentacle's hold—but she ignored it, spinning her body madly in midair.
The friction scraped the skin of her right wrist raw against the tentacle's rough nubs, and bright red blood burst free. At the cost of living flesh being stripped away, one right hand finally tore free of the sticky bonds.
The liberated fingers clawed through empty air and plunged into the inner pocket of her shredded coat. At her bloodied fingertips, the stiff, rough texture of paper.
Her right hand snatched the old talisman from the pocket and shot like lightning toward the thickest, glistening tentacle trunk right before her eyes.
In that exact instant—
Thwuck—!
"Hhk…! Ahk—uugh…!"
Through the undefended folds of her anus, still suspended and helpless, an ice-cold auxiliary tentacle punched through without mercy. The cold slime forced its way into the narrow sphincter as if to tear it, and roughly raked the inner walls of her rectum.
A horrific pressure of her belly filling with foreign matter. A nauseating fullness, as if her guts were being shoved upward, crushed her entire pelvis.
Slap—!
Even through the agony of her anus being penetrated, the talisman clenched in her right hand slammed hard onto the monster's damp hide.
"Get off me, you demon bastard!!"
The talisman, hurled with the last of her spiritual power, melted away into nothing. The cheap red ink of the drawn sigil bled like blood the moment it touched the monster's slime, and the old scrap of paper shredded into filth with a single writhe of the tentacle.
Not a single wisp of the blue flame she had prayed for ever rose.
Why. Why isn't it working.
It worked before. It burned. It tore them apart.
So why—why this time—
Despair flooded her bloodshot pupils. With a hand convulsing in spasms, she bit down on her index finger until the bone nearly cracked.
Crunch.
Living flesh tore. Hot fresh blood welled up. She stretched the bleeding finger and frantically began to write a blood-script across the monster's glistening hide—a final thrashing that wrung out even the last dregs of her faint spiritual power.
Please. This time. This time, please—
But before the first character could even be finished, a thin tentacle shot in and snatched the bloodied finger in a single motion. The tip split into three prongs, gaped like a maw, and swallowed the finger deep.
Ssslp. Tssrrlp.
A sandpaper tongue greedily licked and sucked at the torn wound. An overwhelming mockery that treated a human's desperate resistance as nothing more than a pre-meal snack.
"Hiiik—"
She couldn't breathe.
She had to draw air. She had to draw air, but her throat was blocked. The finger. She had to pull it free. No matter how she twisted and yanked, it would not come out. It kept being sucked deeper into that terrible hole.
Something was wrong.
It was not a tongue. It was nothing human. Just as it seemed to skim the surface, dozens of tiny things from within—teeth? suckers?—clamped onto her finger joints all at once and pulled. It was a sensation like hundreds of mouths latching on simultaneously, something a human body could never produce.
Nngh—the strength—this isn't something I can resist. No no no—!
The obvious truth struck through her body too late. The base of her lower belly went warm and loose. She had already wet herself without even a chance to hold it—without even registering that she had.
"Aaaagh!"
In instinctive revulsion, Yuna threw her full weight backward and ripped her arm free with raw force. With a grotesque sticky tear, the finger—living flesh abraded raw—popped free. The instant she barely escaped the tentacle's grip.
No, no, no—
The last thread of reason snapped.
Her eyes, rolled white, locked onto the pale beam of the flashlight on the floor—onto the tangled old canvas bag at its end. The bells. There were bells. That. Even that.
Her violently trembling right hand shot out and snagged the old brass bell bracelet hanging from the bag strap in a frenzy. Without knowing what she was doing, her body moved first.
Like a shamanic rite to drive out evil spirits, she flailed her arm wildly through the air.
Jingle—! Clatter—!
The rusted bells crashed together and spat out a shrill, cheap metallic racket. At that noisy metal sound, as if reacting to the stimulus, every tentacle filling the bathroom stall went still for a single instant.
Yuna swallowed without realizing it.
It worked! It worked. Please say it worked—
It had not. That final thrashing meant to scatter the terrible yin energy had been an irreversible mistake.
At once, the surfaces of the tentacles flushed red and blue like an animal's fur standing on end, and they began to swell massively. Black veins writhed madly beneath the skin, pumping out pulses of rage.
"Uh—ah. I—I didn't mean…"
No no. I didn't mean to—
Shiiik—!
With a sound that tore the air, a dark blue auxiliary tentacle hurtled toward Yuna's abdomen. There was no room to dodge.
Thwud—!!
"Ghk…!!"
It was a brutish impact, as if she had been struck head-on by a steel pillar at full sprint. The blunt tip of the tentacle drove dull into her lower belly, caving her entire abdomen inward until it nearly touched her spine. The air remaining in her lungs was forcibly wrung out; her breath was gone in a single blow.
Her stomach flipped without mercy. A violent nausea surged all the way to the back of her throat. The muscles in her struck legs went completely slack.
Because the pillar firmly lodged in her anus acted as a brace, her body could not even bounce backward from the blow—it had no choice but to absorb that enormous force of impact deep into her guts.
Thwud! Thwud! Thwud!
"Uugh—ghhk. Phhek!"
Three times. Four. Merciless consecutive blows pulverized her soft lower abdomen without pity. With every dull impact, her body folded forward and snapped back around the thick pillar in her anus as its axis, rocking violently. Each shockwave twisted her stomach; her womb convulsed under the terrible vibration.
In the midst of asphyxiation and extreme pain, her abdominal muscles—stripped of any defensive instinct—crumbled without resistance.
"Uh… uaaaagh!! Ahk…! Stop…!!"
Spit mixed with blood sprayed from her parted lips in every direction. Under the pressure of the blows driving into her belly, the pillar plugging her anus shoved deeper into her guts by a handspan at a time, as if to tear the intestinal wall.
Both arms and legs bound in midair, her lower body skewered on the rectal pillar—she could offer only the soft bare flesh of her abdomen like a punching bag.
Shiiik— Thwud—!
The tip of the thickest tentacle swelled enormously and came down on her lower belly like a sledgehammer. A terminal scream tore from her crushed vocal cords.
"Uugh—khhek!! Aaaaagh!!"
The instant her bloodied head snapped backward, dozens of thick tentacles waiting on all sides poured down on her limp body like a swarm of snakes.
The mass of flesh that struck the right wrist still clutching the bells wound the entire forearm in dozens of tight layers in a single motion. A bone-crushing grip smashed her fist. With a dull rupture, the brass bells in her hand lost their shape, shattered to pieces, and bounced across the floor.
Having fully seized her wrists, the tentacles mercilessly hauled both arms upward toward the ceiling.
Crk. Crrk.
Her shoulder joints, still bearing her weight, were forcibly wrenched from the scapulae. A spine-chilling sound of dislocation rang through the bathroom. The surrounding ligaments and muscle fibers stretched taut past their limit, and a searing pain as if they would snap flooded her entire body.
"Ghhk—aaaaaagh!!!"
Not a sound from a human throat—a slaughterhouse-beast's howl burst out with blood.
Both arms were bent fully upward toward the ceiling. Both ankles were stretched taut toward the floor. In that terrible agony, every means of physical resistance had been castrated away.
Like the crushed brass fragments rolling in the filth on the floor, every defense she had staked her life on was trampled into ruin.
Perfect neutralization. Total submission. Confirming that its prey had been destroyed without even a shell left, the predator's instinct opened the breeding lust it had held in check all the way to its limit.
As the rough nubs of a tentacle scraped past, the thin scraps of clothing that had served as a last barrier tore with a sickening rip, shredding like paper.
Woom. Woooohm.
From the very depths of the sewage pipes beneath her feet, a heavy vibration rose as if shaking the building's bones.
Grrlk. Ssshhllp.
A vast, hideous main pillar—its volume and mass beyond any comparison to the tentacles that had risen so far—surged up, smashing the toilet hole in the floor clean open. Dark red veins wrapping its entire surface expanded and contracted irregularly. From its blunt tip, cloudy yellow slime poured like a waterfall.
It was less a part of a living creature than a massive wall of flesh. It swallowed even the pale beam of the flashlight on the floor and cast a gigantic shadow through the narrow bathroom stall.
Her two legs, forced wide open. Toward the reddest, most fragile gap exposed between them, the massive mass of flesh violently drove its savage head.
Dripping slime in extreme arousal, it showed not a shred of hesitation. The enormous wall of flesh crushed the tightly closed entrance of her vagina without mercy and brutally forced it wide.
Crk. Tsskrk.
A volume that could never be accepted shoved its way in by sheer force, and the delicate mucous membrane tore without pity. Her fragile hymen ripped mercilessly; a terrible friction sound rose as if the membrane being invaded for the first time were screaming.
"Uh—ghk…! A—aaaagh!!"
In a single rough thrust, a foreign object of asphyxiating size violently expanded the narrow birth canal she had never allowed anyone. The interior, breached for the first time, contracted madly in resistance—but that only fanned the monster's pleasure further.
And at the deepest point, it struck the wall of her delicate cervical opening—a place that had never been touched—with destructive force and punched through in a single drive.
"Uuugh…! A—aaaagh!! Hyaaaaagh!!"