chapter two

It was cold, so cold that it penetrated right through me. Reminding me that most people who died on the Titanic died from the cold shock of the water, and my lips curled up in a mock of a smile at the irony I was dying the same way as my favorite fictional boyfriend did.

But, just like Leo, I didn’t have a door to lean on to keep me afloat. Not like I wanted to, anyway. My body shivered uncontrollably as I sunk deeper, but I wasn’t afraid. On the contrary, it felt comforting in a way. This was the first time something finally went my way. What was interesting was just how dark it was as the last of the lights of the boat reached me, waving in and out of the waves my body created when it hit the water.

Despite the feeling of cold burning prickling my skin, I felt calm. I knew the second I let go of the last of my breath, I would succumb to the darkness below and the relief almost made me let go right then and there.

However, something grabbed my wrist to flip me so my back faced up. The first thing I noticed was the glowing green eyes before I saw the bright blue tentacles surrounding me and keeping me in place. I knew I was set to die when I jumped off that boat, but I wasn’t expecting this. I mean, it could’ve been a possibility that some fish would eat me, but I figured I would’ve died from the cold before anything would’ve reached me, or rather, I noticed that it was getting me.
Looking at the creature before me, I never knew an octopus could be so giant. Was it common for one to be this big? Never been into marine animals growing up, and I couldn’t even tell you if this was an octopus or a squid, but I could tell you it was a monstrous fucking thing, and it was probably going to swallow me whole.

I didn’t want to feel myself being eaten alive, and there was no way to escape something this big. Even if I regretted jumping off that boat, I guess I just need to accept that this is my only new fate.

To avoid feeling myself being eaten alive, I let go of my last breath, but as I did so, one of the tentacles surrounding me gripped my waist a little too tightly, then pulled me closer. Another one slid up my back almost as a caress before it inched its way up my shirt and zeroed onto the clasp of my bra. Then, before I could even register what it was doing, the very tip of that tentacle wormed between me and the bra strap, pulling it away from my body until the clasp broke.

My lungs started to burn from the lack of oxygen, but I was now less worried about being eaten, than I was of being molested. By a giant octopus no less.

This was too bizarre even for me. I know my life has thrown me a few curveballs, but this one takes the cake. Trying to kill myself and end up being molested by a fucking giant octopus. This is my life.

The tentacle moved around to the front of my body to push the bra away from my breasts, and I immediately went to grab the tentacle, but I was no match to the might, and my body jolted as it rubbed against my nipples that had pebbled immediately from the icy temperatures when I jumped. The very tip of the tentacle breached the top of my shirt and violently ripped it from my body as the one around my waist forced me to stay exactly where I was.

I moved to cover myself, but my wrists were grabbed and pulled behind me so I would be bare to the monster below.

My lungs demanded oxygen that I knew they could never receive again, so maybe this was for the best. Perhaps I should drown before facing whatever fucked up fate this is. Not that I have a choice because, for some reason, I can’t let go. It was like my body was not allowing me to inhale to save itself. If I just breathe in the water, my life will end before I can face whatever this is. But it’s as if my brain is fighting with itself because it wants air but refuses to open my throat to let it in.

Black spots started to color my vision, and I didn’t even recognize that the tentacles were forcing me further toward the monster until its eyes were right in front of me.

If octopuses had eyelashes, my whole body would probably be the size of this one’s.

Was the last thought that my mind allowed before a tentacle with something that glowed green, like the radioactive waste you would find in a comic book, smothered on its tip smeared itself all over my face, and the tentacle around my waist squeezed my midsection hard.

I gasped out, sucking in water and whatever this glowing green goop was. My mind went fuzzy almost immediately, and I succumbed to a feeling like I was completely drunk.

It felt so good, and I could feel my body relaxing into its touch. Another tentacle came up, pulling the pants off my hips down my thighs, and it started to drift away from my body. I was completely naked, and for some reason, I was no longer afraid, but I don’t think I was fully lucid. My head swam as much as I could not. I also felt the hairband holding in my braid give way, letting the hair flow around me in a cascade.

My eyes were so heavy I could no longer keep them open as my nose burned with all the water coming in and down my trachea. My lungs started to burn a little bit as well. But I still felt calm and relaxed. I couldn’t care what happened to me beyond this point.

A tentacle came up, spreading one of my legs to one side while another spread my other leg. They pushed my knees up to my chest but to the side so my breast was still exposed. Another one came up, rubbing it’s obnoxiously large tip up and down my pussy, making my hips buck and forcing me to inhale more water.

I was lucid at this point, just enough to question why I wasn’t dead yet and why this didn’t hurt. The rest of my thoughts were completely absent, and I could only feel. It kept rubbing up and down, stopping briefly to put more pressure on my clit before continuing its movements. My pussy was clenching onto nothing, and I think it could feel it, too, because it kept digging slightly into my slit with every pass. Every time it did, my clit throbbed hard, causing the rest of my body to squirm in its grip.

The next pass into my pussy, it paused to dig in more until it fully breached my entrance. My back arched as it didn’t stop there but fully rammed itself inside, stopping right before my cervix. I was completely stretched around it, but it didn’t hurt. I just felt full. It squirmed inside of me before throwing itself back only to push itself back in. The way it was curved against my body still put pressure against my clit as it began to fuck me.

A smaller tentacle rubbed its tip against my backside before putting just enough pressure to enter me there too. It slowly penetrated me, rotating and twisting, making me feel everything. It was a burn of a stretch, but not much bigger than when Josh used to fuck me there.
I was quickly overstimulated. There were so many alternating sensations that my brain could not take everything at once, almost as if one action would take my full attention before another grabbed it. I knew I was going to come. There was no way I would stop this from happening, not that I could even think long enough to want to do so.

My eyes heavily opened, just a crack to take in what was being done to me as more lucidity cleared my thoughts. I can see its glowing, green eyes staring at me as it completely dominated my body, playing like an instrument I didn’t even know existed. I had never felt this way, even when I fucked myself. My thighs started to shake, and I knew this would be the biggest orgasm I had ever had. And it had to be to a giant fucking octopus.

The tentacle in my backside curled harshly before pistoning in and out harder, stealing my thoughts from me once more. And then, in an alternating fashion, the tentacle fucking my pussy started doing the same, but this time, almost putting a constant pressure in a little crevice above my entrance that housed my g-spot.

I could feel myself curling as much as I could in its grip, not that I could move very much. The tentacle around my midsection traveled just a few inches down to put pressure on my mound and lower stomach, leaving the skin it was wrapped tightly around exposed to the cool waters once more. I didn’t even realize it had warmed me up there. My pussy started clenching harder, and I couldn’t tell if I wanted to stop this or if I even wanted to come.

… that’s a lie. I did want to come, and regardless even if I hadn’t, it was going to happen. My eyes shut tightly as I exploded, while my hips bucked wildly in its grasp. The tentacles stayed in me, but they were not moving. Almost as if it wanted to feel me clench around them. My fingers desperately grasped the tentacle holding them behind me because I hadn’t even recovered from my first orgasm before it started moving again, going faster and faster, this time slamming all the way and no longer being mindful of my cervix.

Could a monster be mindful of this? Either way, it felt like it originally had. A second orgasm was quickly approaching, and I couldn’t even catch my breath because there was no breath to catch. I don’t know what was in that green goop; that thing made me breathe in, but it was almost as if I was on the border of dying but couldn’t reach it. Like I went through the process of drowning, but it didn’t kill me.

Lips attach themselves to mine, causing my eyelids to snap open, taking the image of a long, dark-haired man with an almost blue sheen to his skin. One of his hands were wrapped in my hair, pulling me to his lips, like I could move away to begin with, as the tentacles continued to fuck me. His other hand moved down to caress my breasts and used his thumb to roll my nipple before sliding further down to caress my curves. His tongue felt weird, almost as if it was a tentacle itself that suctioned against the roof of my mouth, but with my face pressed up so against his, I couldn’t be for sure.

I was feeling myself starting to break again. The tentacle holding my arms behind me pulled me tighter so it straightened my posture, and I moved my hands to grip it back. I needed to hold onto something, anything.

The man quickly moved between my thighs, and the tentacle fucking my pussy quickly exited as his tongue took his place. His finger promptly found its way to my clit, rubbing it in fast circles as his tongue fucked me just as intensely as the tentacles had. The pressure in my lower stomach exploded, but I couldn’t move at all this time because the tentacles tightened around me so tightly I couldn’t even feel any of my limbs. However, I could feel myself clenching hard on the tongue inside me. But he didn’t stop. He started rubbing my clit faster and harder, burying his tongue as deep as he could get it. I wasn’t even done coming before I was thrown off another cliff.

My left arm started to ache horribly, and the ache traveled up to my shoulder and into my side to the point where my chest seized, and that was the last thing I remembered.