by Lili Zander
I could feel his exasperation with me; I was obviously missing the point. “Jump in the water, little human,” he said. Desperate for a breath of air, I jumped.
Instantly, I felt the pressure on my lungs ease. I could breathe. I heard Bob’s voice in my head. “Suzie, I will not talk to you during this experience, do you understand? But I will be here, monitoring your emotions. Enjoy Cerisu.” The last was said with a snort of laughter. I was on my own.
For a few minutes, I floated in the water. It was different from Earth. Perhaps the result of a gravitational difference, but I was neither sinking deeper into the water, nor floating to the top. I simply was. I laughed to myself. This sensation was unique, and I kicked my legs, scissoring them to try to create movement, go deeper into the water. A sense of peace and tranquility filled me.
I stared ahead, trying to make out shapes in the water. Something moved towards me, and I heard a noise, almost like the sound of a trumpet. That sound was repeated again, from a different spot, and I swiveled my head, trying to see what manner of being approached.
Tentacles. Bob had it right. There was an indistinct shape in the heart of the creature, but what extended were grey tentacles, more than I could easily count. Twenty, maybe more. They were of various thicknesses and lengths, and I gulped in nervousness as the creature drew nearer and nearer to me.
Suddenly frantic, I tried to swim away, but a tentacle lazily swung out from the creature, and wrapped around my waist. Heat erupted where the tentacle had taken hold of me, and warmth bloomed in that spot, a vivid contrast to the coolness of the water. I thrashed around and screamed, but no sound came out.
Another tentacle moved towards me, snaking over my body in exploration. I could feel an itch where it ran over me, my skin reacting to whatever fluid it trailed over my body. Red marks rose from my body where the tentacle had touched me, almost like welts on my skin. But there was no pain. Just the faintest of itches, and a flaming trail of heat.
I could feel puzzlement emanate from the creature as it explored my body, along with the first stirrings of desire. The tentacle slid all over my body, lingering on my face, sliding down to my breasts, still further down my stomach. It stopped at my belly button, and the tip of it slid around the little indentation, exploring every millimeter of that hole. Waves of sudden, sharp lust radiated from the creature, and I felt my fear and my arousal rise in tandem. If cavities caused lust in the creature, it was soon going to hit the mother lode.
The tentacles withdrew, both from my waist and from my belly-button, and the creature moved. I was disappointed - was that it? My part-anticipated, part-dreaded experience at Cerisu? But my displeasure was short-lived. The creature merely moved under me, and two tentacles snaked out and slowly wrapped themselves around my legs, starting at my toes and gradually feeling their way up my body. They left heat and that faint itch as they moved slowly up my legs, spreading them apart as the tentacles slithered past my knees, to my thighs, and finally, to my pussy.
I groaned, but again, no sound could be heard. Either the mask or the water was muffling all sound, and my whimpers could be heard by no one. “Bob,” I thought silently in his direction. “You still there?” But there was no reply.
The tips of both tentacles clamped on my outer pussy lips, and they sucked them in, and that warm itching sensation roiled through my pussy. My abdominal muscles clenched. I shuddered in unexpected arousal as I felt the heat rise in my body, and a betraying wetness starting leaking from me. This crazy, silent assault was turning me on - the juice gushing from my pussy was indisputable evidence.
Damn it, Suzie, I scolded myself. Really? Arousal?
Another pair of tentacles slid over my breasts. The tips of them seesawed back and forth over the flesh a few times, as if the creature was trying to decide their purpose. Then the tentacles wound around my breasts, causing them to bulge out obscenely. The bindings were tight. Far, far tighter than anything Bob’s machine had put me through. And then, through it all, that faint itch, that tingling heat.
A small tentacle slid over my nipple. Another repeated the movement on the other side. Both tentacles gripped tight and proceeded to suck on my nipples. I groaned as my hard nubs engorged. My breasts bulged out like some kind of mutated peach, my nipples a juicy berry at the tip.
This was surreal. I was leaning back against a monster and letting its tentacles snake all over my body. Tentacles squeezing my breasts. Sucking on my nipples. Holding my legs apart for the next tentacle, thick as a fist and over ten feet long. It moved with purpose, making its way towards my pussy.
My legs were stretched wider open. The squeezing on my outer pussy lips intensified, and another set of appendages grabbed hold of my inner pussy lips and pulled them. I yelped in momentary fear. How would the creature know when to stop? How would it know not to hurt me?
A wave of calmness emanated from the creature, along with reassurance. “Relax,” Bob’s voice spoke in my mind. “They can sense your emotional state. And you can sense theirs, can’t you?”
I nodded, though he couldn’t see me. Yes. I could sense the creature’s lust, rising as it confronted my own arousal. I could feel it explore my body, homing in on the things that were turning me on and repeating them. And it could tell that the pinching and pulling at my pussy lips was exciting me. The tentacles gripped that sensitive flesh and repeated the motion, and I groaned soundlessly as my body tingled from the sheer, forbidden eroticism of the entire scene.
The tentacle that had been moving towards my pussy had paused as I had moaned in fear. But now arousal was sparkling through my body, and the tentacle resumed its motion, secreting some kind of greenish essence as it probed my entrance.
I moaned. The green liquid served as lube as the tentacle moved intently into my passage, wriggling to maximize contact with my vagina as it slid inside. It didn’t slide straight in. No, it twisted around as it slid, exploring every crevice, bringing every inch of my passage aflame with that peculiar warm itching. I grunted and whimpered and humped my hips, shamelessly begging for more.
This itch – it was pure sexual arousal. Raw. Powerful. No pretty speeches. No formal dinners. No wooing. Not the farce that had been my three dates with Larry the Lizard, until the day I was ready to make love to him and found him in bed instead with my roommate.
This was just sex. Uncomplicated lust. Multiple, repeated orgasms. This was what life was all about, and I reveled in my new freedom.
A tip moved over my clitoris, and then something sucked on it. Hard. I screamed and bucked, but the monster was unrelenting. In instants, I’d shuddered my way to my first orgasm, but the tentacle didn’t retreat. It kept sucking and I arched into my second climax, then slumped back on the monster, temporarily sated.
A narrow tentacle, no wider than a finger of mine wriggled towards my asshole. I instinctively relaxed the muscles. The training I’d received on Bob’s machine served me well. I didn’t need any lube as the tentacle invaded my anal passage. Another tentacle joined it, and then a third, and the three of them moved in unison in my ass, twisting and coiling, exposing every inch of my flesh to that faintly scratchy heated feeling.
The tentacles binding my torso eased off my body, and I whimpered as blood flew back into my aching breasts. They weren’t left unmolested for long though. A tentacle wound around my chest, pushing my breasts closer together, and another tentacle slid in the valley created by my cleavage, and I moaned at how insanely erotic this was.
I wanted to reach out and run my tongue all over the tentacle. I couldn’t – the clear plastic of the hood was in the way, and I didn’t have any magic ability to breathe underwater without its help. What I did do was run my fingers along the tentacle, stroking it the way I would a penis. I could sense pleasure from the monster behind me, and I redoubled my movements, wrapping my fingers around the last few inches of the tentacle, and sliding my hand up and down that shaft. I found myself wishing I could taste the creature. Would it taste of the sea? Wild, fre
e, salty?
“You won’t live long enough to find out.” Bob’s voice was amused. “I advise you not to try.”
“I thought you wouldn’t talk to me during this?” I mocked. He just laughed and spoke no more, and I found myself regretting my snide tone. This experience was so very erotic. But to experience it with Bob’s voice in my head at the same time, urging me to explore the desires of my body? That would have been truly amazing.
“Another time,” he said. “This time, enjoy it by yourself.”
I blushed in the sea. Damn it, I always forgot he could read every single thought.
While I had been having my conversation with Bob, the creature had slowed its exploration of my ass and pussy, but once my attention was once more on it, the pumping in my pussy and ass resumed. I kept my hand moving up and down on the tentacle, as if it were a cock, and I was coaxing come from it. The creature continued to project waves of enjoyment, and it matched the rhythm of its fucking to that of my hands. If I moved faster, so did it. If I ran the tips of my fingers over the tentacle, exploring it with curiosity, a tickling sensation filled my vagina and my ass, as the creature conducted its own voyage of discovery.
Distracted as I was with the way the creature was matching its rhythm to mine, I almost didn’t feel my climax sneak up on me. But the tentacle moved within my pussy, and a heavy rub of my g-spot almost made me pass out in pleasure as I exploded, wailing in surprise as my orgasm took over and every inch of my body was suffused with pleasure.
Every tentacle withdrew, and the creature swam away. I was left floating in the water, every muscle in my body limp from the many climaxes that had been torn from my body.
I floated in the ocean world of Cerisu for a few minutes. Then, I heard that weird trumpet-like horn again, and Bob’s voice spoke in my mind. “Ready for round two?”
25
This time, the creature had brought a friend. There were two distinct shapes, two sets of tentacles. My grey monster from earlier was joined by another creature. The tentacles on this creature were darker. Almost a charcoal black. Or so I thought anyway - it was hard to gauge actual color in the water.
The black creature swam behind me, and snaked a tentacle around my arms, binding them together and lifting them above my head. Two tentacles reached through my spread legs, snaking around my ankles, and spreading them open.
It might have said something about the training I’d received from Bob that the forced spreading of my legs automatically caused arousal.
Bob chuckled at that thought. I could feel his amusement wash over me, and I smiled. “Are you watching?” I asked him. “Is this turning you on?”
He laughed at me. “Stay in the moment, Suzie,” he chided, and I grinned. Just a little over a week, and already, there were certain phrases that I very much associated with Bob.
“Well, enjoy the show,” I said. “After all, I did get to watch you fuck Tamora.”
He didn’t reply, but I didn’t expect him to. I’d been given my instructions. Stay in the moment.
A tentacle had wound itself around my chest as I’d been chatting with Bob. Another one coiled below my breasts, and my breasts jutted out between the two limbs. The grey creature swam lazily in front of me, and I watched it warily. I could sense its emotions, and it could sense mine, which made it as dangerous as Bob and for the same reason. I wasn’t afraid of Bob, and I wasn’t afraid of the creature. But they both functioned the same way – they held a mirror up in front of me, and I saw my darkest desires reflected in it.
A tentacle snaked out and the tip touched my nipples. Just a slow, soft touch, but my nipples engorged instantly, knowing that intense pleasure was about to follow. The tentacle retreated. Another tentacle swung out from the same creature, and this one slashed a burning line on my breasts.
I screamed soundlessly, and my legs parted wider. The tentacle lashed out again, and a trail of fire flamed on my skin. My breasts were being whipped by a many-limbed alien, and I was loving every single minute of it.
As the grey creature was whipping me, the black creature’s tentacles that were holding my legs open started exploring the folds of my dripping pussy. A thick limb rubbed between my legs, and I mindlessly humped myself against it, trying to bring my clitoris in contact with the fleshy appendage. Heat and slight itching filled my entire body. My breasts were aflame, reddened, throbbing. My pussy ached. Everything was lust and longing.
My body tightened as I felt myself climb towards climax. Then I shuddered as I was completely overwhelmed by my orgasm. And I felt myself slip into unconsciousness, overcome by the entirely of the experience.
26
I woke up in my bed, naked, with a thin sheet covering me. Bob was sitting on a chair in the corner, reading something in a gadget that looked like an e-reader.
“So, Suzie,” he smiled at me. “Did you enjoy Cerisu?”
I rose and stretched, entirely comfortable in my nakedness in front of Bob. “Hey, I’m not hurting,” I remarked in some surprise. “I expected everything to be really sore.”
He smiled and winked. “I took care of it.”
“Did you watch?” I asked him curiously. He waved a hand at the screen on my wall, and an image appeared on the screen. Me, my body encircled by tentacles, my eyes wide with lust as two fleshy limbs pistoned in and out of my pussy and ass.
“Oh yes,” he said in satisfaction. “I watched.”
“Did you come?” I teased him.
His lips twitched. “Why do you want to know, Suzie?” he chuckled. “Are you planning on doing anything about it?”
“I’m not drunk now,” I replied, kneeling in front of him. He eyed me with some amusement, and unzipped his pants, pulling his dicks free. They jumped in his hand, erect and engorged.
“You still aren’t going to fit both of them in your mouth,” he pointed out.
“At the same time, I’m not…” I agreed, lowering my mouth on one head. My hand closed over the other dick, and I rubbed up and down. In the corner of my eye, I could see the tentacles whip my breasts on the screen, pinch my nipples. My pussy ached with remembered need.
My tongue reached out and licked his head like I would lick an ice-cream cone. I tasted his precum, and I smiled as he groaned. “Ah, little human,” he grated, the back of his hand stroking my cheek. “You don’t have to do this, you can rest if you need.”
I pulled back to look at him. “I want to,” I said, and I bent back towards his hard cocks. I swirled my tongue around one head, and my hand maintained a steady up-and-down motion on the other dick.
“Deeper,” he urged, and I complied with a smile. Somewhere in the training I’d received, I’d learned to suppress my gag reflex, and I relaxed my throat and felt him push. I hummed and swallowed, imitating the moves I’d read about and seen in a gazillion porn videos, and his hands tightened in my hair and I heard him moan his appreciation.
On the screen, I could see myself hump wantonly on a tentacle, trying desperately to climax. The image just added to the thick fog of lust in the room.
I bobbed my head up and down on one dick. I stroked the other shaft in my hand. Then, I grinned to myself and slowed down, pulling out entirely and pushing his two cocks together. I snaked my tongue from one head to another, and Bob hissed in mock-disapproval. “Really, Suzie? Teasing me?” he asked, and I looked at him and winked.
“Stay in the moment,” I advised him, and he laughed aloud.
I grinned to myself as I bent back over his dicks. I was having so much fun. It was surreal. Though it had only been a week, I felt like I’d known Bob for a really long time. I was really comfortable with him. So relaxed. But not in a familiarity-breeds-contempt kind of way. No. When he gave me an order – when he did the full-on, Dominant thing, I creamed with lust. But it was a lust that was laced with deep liking, and that added a richness and dimension to our time together that lust alone would not have done.
The bracelet was on my wrist, and I was glad for it. I mean, I could
tell Bob liked me as well, but I still felt kind of shy telling a guy that I liked him. It was all very high-school.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked me curiously. “Your cheeks are flushed.”
I blushed even more. Damn him for noticing. “Umm, I’m offended you can pay any attention to my face,” I told him, my voice pert as I scrambled to deflect his attention. “I’m clearly not doing a good enough job.”
He smiled at me and stroked my jaw once again in a gesture that was quite tender. “You are doing an excellent job, little human,” he said. “So much so I find I can’t take my eyes off you.”
“Which version of me?” I teased him. On the screen, I could see my legs spread wide by the tentacles. My breasts had angry red splotches on them. My hands were held above my head, and I was unable to move away from the whipping, unable to do anything other than to respond to the pleasurable torture the creatures were putting me through.
Bob laughed. “Both,” he confessed.
I smiled and resumed sucking his dick. I kept my mouth slack as he slid in and sucked in my cheeks to increase pressure on his way out. I could feel his cock thicken in my mouth as I moved my head up and down his length, rubbing my tongue on the sensitive underside of his shaft, sucking my mouth round his thick head.
He wound his hands around my hair, and I relaxed my throat again and took him deep in my mouth. His cock hit the back of my throat, and I set a steady rhythm, trying to breathe through my nose when he pulled out, holding my breath when he pushed back in. My hand echoed the same rhythm, danced the same dance on his other shaft. I could tell I was pleasing him by the grunts he was making – primal noises that represented only lust. And his obvious arousal caused mine to spiral dramatically. I could feel my pussy ache and drip. I was so turned on.