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She winced as the tip of that horribly huge cock brushed at
the outer lips of her pussy. It was at least twelve inches
long now, and the head had to be four inches thick! It was
still slimy from the touch of the tentacles, as well, and
Kristen wriggled her ass on the hard, sharp rock as best
she could, trying to move herself away from his cock,
trying to avoid the inevitable impalement!

But the body pressed down on her, and the tentacles guided
the disjointed arms to place Will's hands firmly on her
large, firm breasts. His body, and especially his breath,
smelled of the dead fish she'd been smelling all along. His
dead face hovered over hers, a hideous grin frozen on it.

"God, please help me," she whimpered, as the cold wet body
of Will began to thrust that monster cock into her
helplessly spread pussy. "GOD! OH, GOD, NO!
PLEASE, NO!"

Slowly, the head of that monstrous cock entered into her
tight slit, the slime from the tentacles making it just
slippery enough force its way in. Kristen's head snapped
back as she screamed from the pain, striking the rock and
bringing more pain. And still, the cock pushed into her.

"Please, please, please...." she whimpered, as the body
thrust its cock in and out of her. Finally, after several
minutes, it had pressed the whole length up between her
legs. Kristen writhed uncontrollably under the thing... the
cock had dug so long, that the tip of it pressed against
the very entrance to her womb! She closed her eyes, but the
fishy face was still over hers... she could not only smell
it, but she could feel the cold clammy skin.

Having achieved penetration, the body of Will began to fuck
her, plunging the length of that horrible cock into her
again and again. Kristen's defenseless body twitched and
squirmed and writhed, to no avail. "No... oh, please,
stop..." she repeated, over and over, in a tiny little-girl
voice that spoke volumes about how much of her sanity was
left to her.

The thrusting increased in intensity, and the sound of his
cold dead flesh slapping against her crotch resounded
across the desolate stretch of beach. Kristen began to
scream, repeatedly, on each thrust... wordless, meaningless
screams of pure pain and horror.

The loudest, though, was when the bones in his pelvic
region snapped, allowing him to ram his cock even deeper
into her, punching the head of his cock through her cervix
and directly into her womb. She screamed not only with the
pain of that penetration, but with the knowledge that the
contents of his monstrously engorged and glowing balls
would spill into her deepest recesses!

Finally the screams stopped, she took in air, and again,
wailed to the night sky... wailed as though her very soul
was being tortured to death. She didn't need to look to
know.... her belly had a vague glow to it, and she felt
very, very wet and slimy and full inside.

The body of Will jerked spasmodically on top of her several
times, then fell, collapsing to the ground, green mist
rising from the nose and mouth.

Kristen screamed for several minutes, then fell silent,
tears pouring down her face, knowing that the process was
only half over.

Kristen once again tried her bonds, as she lay there,
bruised between the legs and sore, and found, to her great
surprise, that she could pull her left hand free!

She pulled herself up as best she could and looked
around... the tentacles had withdrawn into the sand... she
was alone on the beach. Could she be so lucky? Could Will's
power to bind her be gone, with his body dead? Or, did she
have power over it now, because his essence was inside her?

No matter. She pulled with both hands at the bonds at her
right wrist, and that bond came loose as well! Heartened,
she bent down, and ignoring the pain of her recent rape,
she freed both of her feet.

She rolled off of the rock and into the sand. There, on her
hands and knees, she vomited, twice. The whole terror of
the night caught up to her again, and she glanced back at
the dead body of Will, eyes wide. Her hand went to her
stomach, and she shuddered.

"Abortion clinic," she thought. "Just get to one. Now!" she
said. A hospital might ask questions... questions to which
she had no answers. She would just go to someplace where
they took things out of people's wombs with no questions
asked. But she would need to take Will's car. And that
meant getting his keys.

Slowly, she stood, feeling very weak. She still had no idea
what was going on, or what had happened to the lovely
reality she had woken up in that morning. But she knew that
the clothes that Will had left near the water held the keys
that would take her back to her nice, normal life. She
walked over to them, and bent down to search through the
pockets.

That's when the tentacles re-emerged, grasping her wrists
and ankles. She screamed, and screamed louder as the
tentacles started to pull her into the water.

She threw herself backwards and tried to free herself... no
help. The tentacles merely lifted her clear of the ground,
and kicking and struggling, brought her up to her neck in
the black ocean.

"GOD! NO! HELP, ANYONE, HELP!" she screamed. She felt more
tentacles wrapping around her knees and elbows and waist,
under the water. Then, one grasped her head, around the
eyes.

"AAAAH! NO! NO! NmMmmphGkkkK!" she cried, as a tentacle
entered her open mouth, and pressed down into her throat!

She began to choke, to strangle, as she felt the cold water
of the ocean close over her head!

It was, in fact, worse than dying. She lived.

The tentacle in her throat kept her lungs inflated, not
allowing any air
to leave. Through some physical manipulation, it also kept
oxygen in her lungs, removing carbon dioxide as it built
up.

Several times, as she was pulled deeper and deeper, her
heart tried to stop... as is natural when the lungs find
they can no longer expand or contract. She suffered the
pain of suffocation, but not the release of death she so
richly graved. Every time her heart came close to stopping,
a tentacle squeezed her chest harshly, giving crude, but
effective CPR, until her labored heart continued beating,
continued to take the oxygen from her horrendously tortured
lungs to the rest of her helpless body.

Worst of all, she didn't pass out. She remained conscious
the whole time, aware of every detail of what was happening
to her. The pressure on her eardrums increased until the
pain was unbearable, and then, with a knife-thrust of
agony, the pain passed - the eardrums had burst.

The trip to wherever she was descending to took ten
minutes, and every second, she was praying to die.
Unfortunately for her, she lived.

She eventually felt soft, silty earth beneath her back, as
she came to rest on the sea floor. Her limbs were again
pulled to spread-eagled position, holding her helpless.

More tentacles converged on her, some encircling her large,
bobbing breasts, some stroking along her stomach and
between her thighs. The thing in the ocean needed energy
for the task that it was about to perform, and she was the
most ready supply. The thing ate fear and terror and pain,
and she was a three-course meal waiting to happen.

Tentacles stroked her face, her hair, her throat...
drinking in the terror, and the pain of suffocation,
occurring constantly in it's still choking victim. The
tentacle down her throat pulsed with excitement and
feeding, the delicate tip of it deliberately tickling the
inside of her esophagus, another maddening sensation that
brought more pain, more terror.

But the thing needed more. It sent another tentacle probing
between her legs, and she felt her legs lifted, bringing
her ass off of the seabed. Her mind, awash with terror and
agony, couldn't even guess at the meaning of this movement,
nor did it want to try.

Slowly, it pushed the tentacle into her helpless anus,
slowly twisting it into her, pressing past the resistance
of her sphincter without any effort at all. Kristen's mind
sang aloud in pain, all of the scream reflexes in her chest
and throat working, but no sound coming out of her
tortured, tentacle-clogged throat. The thing registered her
pain, terror, and humiliation as it pumped her ass with the
tentacle, fucking her hard in the butt, ripping and tearing
her with every thrust.

The creature got no satisfaction from sex, but it gained
great pleasure from pain. It enjoyed fucking her ass, and
it did so for a good long time, while she writhed
helplessly within its grip, making the occasionally
gurgling sound. The tentacles on her breasts pulled and
squeezed them roughly, adding ever more pain and terror.

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