Rose/Tentacles 1

Rose trod lightly through the dreamscape. Swirling, grey mists enveloped her and clouded her vision, the swampy expanse seemed to extend forever in every direction without change. It felt like she was walking on the mists. The gods always chose strange places to consult with their dark apprentices, but this one was even colder and more oppressive than usual. Rose finally came to a stop, realizing she was getting nowhere.

Gradually, a cold, slithering sound came into earshot. It grew loudier, slimier. Rose could hear it all around her and looked around for the source. From the thick fog, a long purple tentacle slowly came into view. Rose watched it curiously as it seemed to examine her, wiggling up and down and moving around her in circles. Realization of the situation came to her. She knew this time would come, she had gleaned as much from past conferences with the dark ones. Rose had prepared herself as much as possible, but still she found herself trembling slightly at the thought. The tentacle was imbued with a great sense of foreboding and mischief now. In exchange for their knowledge, the gods would demand favours from their proteges. Rose clenched her fists and held them tightly to her sides as the tentacle crept closer to her face. She swallowed nervously. She would do what she had to to ensure her success.

The tentacle hovered right in front of her face. With a disgustingly wet sound, the outer flesh of the tendril peeled back on itself, slowly revealing a painfully obvious phallic tip, shiny with wetness and dripping with a thick white fluid from a thin slit in the end. Ordinarily Rose would have laughed at such a ridiculous cliche, but the reality of her position only caused her to feel afraid. The tentacle got closer to the side of her cheek, so that it was almost touching. Slowly, it began to run itself along her lips, parting them ever so slightly and making her dark lipstick glisten with wetness. Back and forth it went. Rose closed her eyes in humiliation, her body shook with a mixture of fear and anger. Only a strong sense of duty kept her frozen in place, letting the tentacle continue sliding back and forth.

The tentacle soon stopped moving, but Rose knew better than to think it would get easier. The purple head began to press itself between her lips against her firmly shut mouth. Despite her resolve, Rose let out a soft whine. It pressed harder. With a grim reluctance, Rose slowly opened her mouth and let the tentacle pass into it, over her teeth and resting on her tongue. It was thicker at the back and pressed her mouth apart wider as it slid its way in. She stood there in embarassment with her mouth full of this horrible slick thing for what felt like hours. It didn't move. She could feel it twitch a little inside her mouth and clenched her eyes closed in anxiety. It wanted her to do it herself. With a great deal of willpower, Rose began to bob her head back and forth along the length of the shaft. She sucked at it, coating the insides of her mouth with a clear goopy slime. She swirled her tongue around the head, which made the tentacle twitch and quiver. It was clearly pleased with her obedience. The tentacle decided to go on its own now. Rose watched at the length of the thing extending back into the fog began to rear up as it quickly pushed itself in deeper and started thrusting itself in and out. Rose tried to cry out in protest but her mouth was stuffed full with tentacle cock. She wasn't in control anymore, the tentacle ran itself along her cheeks, lips and tongue without abandon at a steadily increasing speed. Her face around her lips was now slick and slimy with wetness. She tried to grab the protruding end of the tentacle with her hands, but they merely slipped along the slimy surface. She tried to bite down, but its flesh was hard, thick and rubbery.

The cockhead began to twitch more and more. Rose wondered how much longer this could possibly last. No sooner than the thought crossed her mind, the protruding tentacle began to rear up again. Rose's eyes widened and she quickly took a deep breath through her nose. The tentacle hastily forced itself down her throat, cutting off her airways, before resuming its rhythmic thrusting. Rose fell to her knees as her eyes rolled up inside her head, it was all she could do to keep from choking. Short whines and gags from escaped her mouth from around the monstrous tentacle cock. This was already more than she had anticipated. The twitching grew more violent and the strokes grew faster. She could feel pulsing all along the length of the cock now and knew it was almost time. All in one go, the tentacle pulled itself free from her throat and mouth, sending long trails of slime flying through the air from around Rose's lips. Rose panted and gasped for air, grasping at the floor. The tentacle seized the opportunity and carefully aimed its slit, shooting thick ropes of pearly white tentacle cum straight into Rose's mouth, covering her tongue and lips. More squirts shot over her blonde hair and onto her face, splattering and sticking onto her skin. Before she could go to try and spit out the load in her mouth, the tentacle quickly wrapped itself around her head and covered it. It's grip would not relinquish, and Rose whimpered as she swallowed down the thick cum. It took her two gulps just to get it all. The tentacle once again withdrew itself and let her resume catching her breath, though now her tongue hung loosely, and her mouth was empty. A stray drop of cum fell from her upper lip onto her tongue, and reflexively she swallowed it, holding her hand to her lips as she realized what she just did. The tentacle nodded its approval.

Rose's head hung toward the floor as she sat on her knees. Drops of tentacle semen dripped from her nose and chin onto her black dress, staining it. Before she knew it, she was being lifted up onto her feet by her arms. As she regained her balance, she looked up to see than in the time that had passed, more and more tentacles had begun to surround her. Dozens of them. Hundreds. What was once a limitless grey fog was now a mass of writhing, purple tendrils of all shapes and sizes. Their work, and hers, was far from over. They didn't waste any time. The tentacles closed in around her and began feeling her through her clothes. They ran up and down her arms and legs, under her chin, turned her head and stroked her hair. One pressed itself in the middle of her chest and curled itself around her budding breasts, gently pushing them around. Rose clenched her teeth and shut her eyes as the tentacles fondled her and turned her this way and that. When one crept under the hem of her dress and began to lift it she could no longer stay silent. She yelped and tried to push it back down, but a pair of tentacles quickly zipped out and restrained her arms, holding them up above her head. The lower one resumed its task, lifting Rose's dress and slowly revealing her bare ankles and thighs. The other tentacles withdrew, leaving only the restraints and the one tugging on her clothing. The tentacle continued its climb up Rose's dress, she could feel it wriggling up her chest and leaving a slimy trail. Soon, it poked out of her collar and hung itself in front of her.

It gripped onto the front of her dress, and with one strong tug completely tore the clothes right off her body. Rose squealed as she was suddenly rendered totally naked in front of the twisted forest of tentacles before her. Unable to cover herself with her restrained arms, she squirmed in discomfort. Her breasts rose and fell with her breath as she could do nothing but watch and wait for the dark one to make its next move.

The tentacles once again closed in on her and began to explore Rose's body in greater detail. They stroked her thighs and waist, and ran themselves over and along her breasts, regularly stopping to prod and poke her nipples. They fondled her ass cheeks, lifting them up and around, and spreading them apart. Eventually, one found its way between her legs and ran itself along the outer lips of her vagina. The sensation made Rose push her thighs together and squirm, but the tentacle was slippery and hard and undeterred by this. It began to thrust back and forth, rubbing itself against her pussy harder. And with every stroke, Rose grew warmer and more excited. It wasn't long before she was breathing quite heavily, but the tentacles showed no signs of relenting. Two large ones shot out from either side, and wrapped themselves tightly around her thighs, spreading them apart just slightly. The one between her legs pulled back until the tip rested at the entrance to her pussy and begun to prod it gently. Rose wanted to cry out, but knew it wouldn't do her any good.

Trying to retain any sense of dignity she still had, she clenched her teeth and her fingers as she prepared for what came next. The prodding tentacle gently pushed its way inside her, spreading the walls of her vagina apart as it slowly crept in deeper and deeper. The feeling made Rose bend her knees and curl her feet and toes as hard as she could, but the tentacle restraints around her thighs and arms kept her suspended in the air, while moving her into a more downward-facing position and spreading her legs a bit more. It hurt a little, but mixed with that was an indescribable, very sensitive feeling that started to make her feel even warmer still. Rose realized that she was deriving pleasure from her own violation. The thought shamed her, but at the same time made the entire situation a bit easier to come to terms with. The tentacle had pushed itself in as far as it could, pressing its head against her cervix, her inner walls stretched out farther than she ever felt possible. And then, it began to move. Slowly at first, but quickly reaching a steady rhythm, the tentacock began thrusting in and out of her with a force that caused her to sway in her slimy restraints. Suddenly the feeling Rose had felt before was multiplied a thousandfold. She couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy. With every stroke the tentacle rubbed against her clit, senting shockwaves of tingling pleasure through her increasingly excited body. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth helplessly as she panted and moaned. She managed to lift her head to see another tentacle dancing in front of her. It saw its opportunity and quickly darted into her open mouth, where it wasted no time in rubbing itself along her tongue and lips. Mercifully, it did not seem this one fancied her throat. At a loss for what to do, Rose began to suck and swirl her tongue around as it thrusted. Bizarrely, the experience almost seemed fun this time around.

Soon though, Rose became distracted by the pleasure mounting inside her body. Each thrust inside her pussy, every rub of her clit, every prod of her nipples drove her toward what felt like the edge of a sensory cliff which she would soon go over the top of. The tentacles pulsed and throbbed with readiness too, pressing against her insides harder than before, moving faster and faster. Rose could feel her reaching that peak, where a resonance of pleasure reached an absolute maximum, and as it arrived, her first orgasm coursed through her, sending her convulsing in the throes of unimaginable ecstasy. As though in response, the throbbing tentacles began to pump and shoot their warm, sticky cum inside her. It coated the inside walls of her pussy, filling her up and squirting outside her outer lips around the tentacle cock. The tentacle rapidly pulled out and shot more thick ropes of it onto her thighs and butt. Meanwhile the one in her mouth released itself just as violently, filling her mouth with tentacle semen at an astonishing rate.
Rose tried to swallow as much as possible, but it soon became too much and began to squirt out the sides of her lips from around the cock. That tentacle pulled out as well, and shot the remainder of its load over her face and hair, as well as her waiting tongue.

Her tentacle restraints lowered Rose gently onto the ground, and slid out and away from around her limbs. Rose lay there exhausted, panting heavily. She could feel the warm cum leaking from her pussy and falling to the ground, and the thick strings of it that stuck to her face and legs. She swallowed what was left of the cum in her mouth between breaths, and licked her lips to clear them of any wayward drips and spills. She looked up with what energy she had left. The flailing mass had not subsided, they still hung above her as thickly and expectantly as before. Rose took what time she had been alotted to catch her breath and prepare herself for the next round.

Before long, it was upon her. A tentacle slithered it's way under her waist and lifted her onto her knees while her head remained lying on the ground. Her still-dripping pussy was presented more clearly than ever between her perfect, smooth cheeks and thighs, stained white with cum. A pair of tendrils slid out from the sides and gripped her ass, prying apart her cheeks to reveal a small, round asshole. More tentacles shot out from behind, one immediately diving into her pussy and pumping in and out. The returning sensation shocked her, but she quickly relaxed and got used to the feeling again. Meanwhile another slowly slid its way over the other, up between her butt cheeks and began prodding at the rim of her asshole. Rose gasped in surprise. While the one in her vagina continued to thrust, pushing her whole body back and forth, the one just above began to gentle poke its way inside her ass. Rose groaned and breathed deeply as her asshole was stretched larger and larger. It was a much tighter fit than before, and she let out quiet squeals and groans as it buried itself deeper inside. The feeling of having the cock inside her ass seemed to amplify the pleasure from the one in her vagina. But when it too began to thrust in and out, that feeling escalated to a whole new level. The two tentacles pumped in and out of her in perfect unison. As one went in, the other went out, and then back again. Rose's mouth was free this time around and her body was making the most of it, she moaned and panted and squealed and screamed as the pleasure mounted inside her again. It felt more natural this time around, like something she could really enjoy. As her second orgasm shuddered through her the tentacles once again shot out their thick, white fluid. Rose could feel the warmth of the cum filling her insides, and slapping down against her skin as it sprayed over her back and ass.

From there, Rose's descent into depravity accelerated. The tentacles flipped her over and hung her up in the air again, spreading her legs wide. But Rose needed no coaxing anymore, she willingly accepted the tentacle cocks into her mouth and nethers, and secretly delighted when they shot their warm cum down her throat, over her face and chest and deep inside her ass and pussy. For every set of tentacles which spent their loads in and over her body, another was there to take their place, and Rose came as many times as they did. The tentacles found other ways to use her. They put themselves into her hands, and Rose would obediently stroke until their cum squirted onto her face and dripped onto her breasts. They put themselves between her buttcheeks and pressed them together, fucking them until the cum shot all over her back. Her small breasts made a similar action more difficult, but they managed somehow to fuck them too until the semen shot right over into her eager mouth and lips. Rose rubbed her clit whenever she had a free hand, and the juices flowed from her as much as they covered the tentacles that fucked her. She was covered completely, from head to toe, in tentacle cum. Her hair was completly sodden with it, and it dripped from her hanging locks. It ran down her face and whatever she couldn't catch with her tongue dripped onto her tits and pooled slightly between them, before running down her stomach, and dripping from her butt, asshole, pussy and thighs onto the floor. Her stomach felt full with the stuff, yet still Rose craved another hot mouthful. After what felt like her thousandth orgasm, the tentacles spent their final shot of cum deep inside her, and finally abated, slithering back into the fog. As Rose lay there, naked, hot and sticky in the swirling mists, she at last realized how horribly tired she was. She closed her eyes, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

She awoke back to reality, though with her underwear distinctly wetter than before she went to sleep. She stood up slowly and wearily hobbled over to the window to peer outside. The gods had taught her an important lesson, one for which she was grateful. In her dream she had neglected to notice that the dark ones most likely did not do those things to satisfy their own prurient desires, but that it served as an advanced method of conversion, an attempt to seize greater influence over their chosen ones. Rose looked over to her shelf where an old photo John had sent her stood. Rose missed her friends deeply, it felt like it had been months since they last spoke. And she felt a burning desire greater than ever before, to finally meet them in person.