The Lagoon

Disclaimer : this is the start to a fantasy / monster CNC story. This is purely fantasy and I in no way condone non-consensual actions. This story involves tentacles and a near human creature. But the fantasy element is somewhat mild. With some exceptions, it is close to a normal human non-fantasy CNC story. I had fun writing it so I intend to write a sequel, likely with more fantasy and monster elements. Definitely interested in feedback if y'all have any! I've been known to have a few typos, so feel free to message me if you catch any.

Natasha found herself with a mimosa in hand as the flight neared its destination. With headphones in, a neck pillow around her neck, and her best friend's head rested on her shoulder, she couldn't remember being more comfortable albeit Kimberly probably wouldn't agree. They were headed on Kim's would-be-honeymoon had her fiancé (well ex fiancé) not been fucking his secretary.

Kim is a middle school teacher. With their big day approaching, she had traded her lunch duty for another teacher's carpool shift so she could surprise her fiancé with lunch at the office. The slut hiding under the desk hadn't even tried to quiet the sound of her slurping his cock. Apparently, Kim didn't say anything, innocent good girl that she is. Just walked out in an attempt to regain the aloof upper hand.

However, she told Natasha that her moment wasn't nearly as satisfied as it should have been due to the fact that she heard her ex fiancé groan loudly - in the way she knew he only groaned when he cums - right before the door closed behind her. They'd shared to no words since. She nicely packed his stuff and left the boxes, her engagement ring, and a condom on the porch. Admittedly, that third item was Nat's idea.

Anyways, that is how the two girls found themselves cuddled on the plane five days later. Frankly, Nat hadn't had much luck in the dating arena either. However, it would be crazy to compare the severities as Nat's sex life was more non-existent than traumatic. That's not to say she didn't want an active sex life. She craved it, but also feared that level of intimacy. She wasn't what anyone would call a social butterfly. Instead, she sought attention in less committal ways - "accidentally" brushing her hand against men's crotch when she passed at the grocery store, staring at women's tits while brushing against her own at the gym, even the occasional purposeful outfit malfunction. The last time she spilled water on her white business shirt, she was nearly high watching her colleague's eyes focus on nipples during the board meeting. She was small and petite. Her tits could barely be called B cups, but they got her attention when she tried. She may be shy but her pussy sure wasn't. She was often appalled at herself for the things that made her drip.

But this trip was just for the two of them. Kim's fiancé was into hiking so their itinerary consisted of secluded cabins and other remote site seeing, with the exception of their first night in Iceland. They had a spa appointment and luxury hotel stay at one of those bougie volcanic rock lagoons. The type of place that puts out ads with sexy women in black bikinis walking in steaming crystal water. Honestly, Nat was excited for the hiking, but she was especially excited to show off her new swimsuit - even if it was just her and Kim. It was a one piece, but its back was nothing more than a g-string. Definitely not the kind of thing she'd wear in America, but she was proud of her ass.

After landing and getting settled in the spa's hotel, she slipped that little red one-piece on. She almost never waxed her pussy, preferring a close trim, but had had the strange need to get a full Brazilian almost like she was in a trance. Kim had on a black strapless two-piece. As they admired themselves in the mirror, Nat noted just how easy it would be for the top to slip and expose her tits. While Nat was on the smaller side, Kim was not. Kim had gorgeous D-cups and nipples that Nat had once drunkly noted were nearly the exact size of her own mouth, begging to be sucked ... but Kim didn't swing that way. But it was times like this - when she moved to leave the bathroom and gently slid her hand against Nats exposed ass - that made Nat not so sure. But besides, she and Nat were best friends so it wasn't worth jeopardizing their friendship.

Another glass of champagne in their room and they headed out to the lagoon. So much for an intimate, isolated oasis. The lagoon was packed. Couples hung onto eachother, families splashed around, and kids screamed aloud while playing in the water. The two women exchanged a glance and wordlessly understood the other. They quickly proceeded to the secluded adult-only area. It was an extra 7000 Icelandic Krona (nearly $50) each, but it was worth it.

The area resembled a cave made out of the same dark rock, with the water running all the way to the cave walls. The steaming water and enclosed space created an almost intoxicating heat. There were scattered couples lounging in the water. Although surely against the rules, she would have bet good money that one of the couples was looking at eachother a little too intently while her legs were wrapped his waist and the water rippled rhythmically around them. Nat suppressed a laugh, but couldn't stop her eyes from wandering back to them and their exhibition. Her cheeks flushed just a little.

They dropped their towels on a poolside chair before walking eagerly into the water.

"Fuck the water feels so good," Kim said as she playfully splashed a little bit of water in Nat's direction. Despite being isolated in the cave enclosure, the water had an almost neon blue glow to it. Nat couldn't see any light source, but it was definitely illuminated somehow. "Thank god that asshole liked to whip his dick out for any blond with tits. Or you won't be here with me for this." Although she smiled while making the joke, Kim still had a sad look in her eyes.

"Yeah. And thank god those tits belong to desperate whores who can't control themselves at work (Nat knew she wasn't one to speak, but Kim didn't know that) or you might not have found out 'til too late. I can't believe she didn't even stop sucking him while you were standing right there." This apparently didn't cheer her up quite as much as the teasing comment was intended so Nat added, "Hey I bet your pussy is tighter than any bimbo he's had." Their laughs seemed to echo through the cave, causing several of the other patrons to glance in their direction.

Of note, a group of three men looked the two women up and down before they approached. They caught Nat's eye, but she didn't remember seeing them when they came in. The men had a deadly confidence about them, like they owned the water itself. Something didn't feel quite right. They didn't say anything to each other as they closed the 100 meters or so, but they looked from one to another and their faces changed as if they were somehow communicating. Two of the men looked relatively benign (relatively being the key word - in any other context she would have been appalled but the air they carried), but the middle man walked a little in front of the other two and had a menacing look about him. Something about his tan skin, curly black hair and even blacker eyes. Honestly, Nat thought, it was more likely the smirk that caused her warning alarm to go off. And her pussy to throb just a little.

Easy prey, he thought and his smirk widened.

The other two men stopped right in front of the two women, but Nat was surprised that he kept walking past them. Her heart dropped just a little in disappointment. "Welcome to Iceland," the man closest to Kim said. He made no effort to hide his stare as his green (no, yellow Nat thought) eyes slid up and down Kim's body - fully visible in the crystal clear water. Kim wasn't blind, but she pretended not to notice as she smiled politely.

"Thank you! We just got in. I'm Kim and this is Natasha."

He took an ever so small step towards her. Again she pretended not to notice.

He did not introduce themselves in return. "If you're looking for any ... activity recommendations, we live just a few miles north of here. We're happy to provide recommendations to women as sexy as yourselves," the man said.

"That is very kind of y'all. How could we ever repay you," Nat said with dripping sarcasm and exaggerated enthusiasm.

The second of the two men standing before them - the one closest to Nat - spoke for the first time. "You could share that tight little pussy you two sluts were boasting about." He smiled, but it didn't translate to his eyes which were dead serious. Nat glanced around to see if the other patrons had noticed their situation. Everyone was in their own little world. Nat noted that it looked like the previously-fucking couple was still at it, only now she was pressed against the cave wall, still submerged in water.

Nat was pretty sure some of her favorite porn started in similar ways, but she knew Kim wasn't looking for any sexy fun in this trip. "Ummm ... we're not interested ... Sorry if we disturbed y'all earlier. You know Americans, always so loud. (No one laughed) But we're going to ..." the word "go" caught in her throat as she took a step back into the mysterious third man. She hadn't even realized he was standing behind her. Her ass pressed against his groin and his chest was on her back. She tried to take a step forward and away from his touch, but he stepped in sync with her, keeping himself pressed firmly against her. She had no doubt that the bulge she felt was his hard dick. But it was more than that. There was a heat radiating off of him that seemed to pull her back, closer to him. She pushed the thought of him on top of her - intimately intertwined - out of her mind.

"Your interests are not really our concern," he said smoothly into her ear, barely loud enough for Kim to also hear.

The man in front of her held his joyless smile and said, "and we know your little cunt was throbbing as soon as we stared talking over here."

He seemed to be looking specifically at Nat, but it was Kim that responded. "Come on, Nat let's go to the other end of the cave."

"That's cute, sweetie," his voice reeked of condescension, "but you're not going anywhere."

Throughout the conversation, all three men kept their voices calm and soft. He lifted a single hand to Kim's bathing suit and, like magic, her top popped open exposing her tits. She stood there in shock. Too shocked to even try to cover her mounds with her hands. As her assailant proudly stared, her nipples hardened. He looked up to her and raised her eyebrows causing her to blush and turn her head away.

Nat would never admit it, but the embarrassed look on her face and her juicy tits (not to mention the growing mass against her ass) caused a wetness to form between Nat's legs. The kind of wetness that was independent of the water around them.

This time, the man whispered into Nat's other ear, too quiet for Kim to hear. "I won't tell, slave."

Too quick to stop him, his hand whipped around to the front of her bathing suit and pulled up so the thin crotch of her suit wedged between her pussy lips a little painfully. He had just enough time to pinch her clit roughly before she jumped away.

This time, when she grabbed Kim's hands and the two girls rushed away, the three men let them leave. They got about halfway to the other end of the cave before Nat dared to glance back. The men remained in the same spot chuckling. The dark haired man gave a mocking wave. It was only at this distance that she noticed just how golden the other two men's hair was. And how his seemed to absorb the light around them.

Her heart still pounded. As they trudged through the water, the movement of her suit wedged between her lips continued to rub against her slit. It seems Kim's top was lost in the commotion.

She motioned to a narrow alcove and they headed that way.

The water seemed to get brighter as they went. When they arrived at the end of a narrow pathway, they found themselves in a space about the size of a small bathroom with water deep enough that Nat had to stand on her tiptoes.

When they caught their breath, Kim chuckled nervously "And I thought only American men were that sleazy." As Nat thought about it, she couldn't quite place their accents.

"You okay, babe?" Nat asked. Kim only shrugged. Not the best start to the honeymoon.

The girls inspected the area around them. Nat felt motion in the water near her feet, but when she looked down she couldn't place the cause of the turbulence. Kim didn't seem to notice. She approached the waters edge and leaned against the wall.

"Well at least now we can relax. Hopefully we won't see them again This afternoon has been traumatic enough." After some meaningless chatter, Kim sighed and closed her eyes. Based on her breathing, she likely had fallen asleep. Nat was pleased. Her friend deserved to chill out.

Despite the relief of being away from those creeps and the soothing water, Nat couldn't help but feel something wasn't quite right. From time to time, she felt the same brush against her feet. She fought the urge to itch at the sensation.

She couldn't help but recall the feeling of the man's large bulge between her cheeks. The way it fit perfectly. The memory of his voice so close to her ear sent shivers down her spine. Her hand drifted down to her pussy and the bathing suit she had never put back in place. Normally when she pleasures herself, she used a vibrator against her clit. She never pinched her clit like he did. Yet, she found herself using one hand to pinch and the other to stick a finger in her pussy. She felt herself clench around her own finger as she felt her own smooth walls. The pinch sent a shock of electricity through her body. A quiet yelp escaped her lips. She glanced over at Kim who hadn't stirred. She was deadly still.

As she became more entranced in her own pleasure, she didn't notice that the sensations that had been rubbing against her feet lingered longer than before. They crept up her right leg slowly. It wasn't until the sensation was at her sensitive inner thigh that the now two fingers inside her froze. The sensation spread in a band-like distribution around her thigh like the garters her first boyfriend had loved so much. When she reached down, she felt a hose-shaped thing wrapped around her, the texture of a snake. Her fear only increased because she couldn't see what grabbed her. Was she going crazy?

It squeezed tighter. In a panic, she tried to kick away with her other leg. She suddenly felt the same grabbing sensation of her left leg, now totally immobilized from the waist down.

She opened her mouth to scream but she watched as a transparent tentacle rose from the water to about eye level. The creature was completely clear and the exact color of the water around her as if it were made out of jelly. No wonder she couldn't see it underwater. It wrapped loosely around her neck and the tip found its way into her mouth. Frozen in fear, Nat let it. It's diameter was smaller than her mouth initially, but it quickly seemed to thicken at the tip to fill her completely. Soon her arms were gripped as well and she was pulled into a star shape.

The tentacle crawled deeper and deeper into her mouth at such a slow speed that it only added to her terror. Just before it reached her gag reflex, it pulled out to her lips. And back in a little bit faster. And in and out, picking up speed each time. Well faster and deeper. Changing its thickness to swell only at the segment in her mouth. She found herself being face fucked by god knows who/what as her friend slept peacefully nearby. Fuck.

Through the tears in her eye, she barely made out a dark blob nearby. She shut her eyes tight to clear them so when she looked up, she saw the dark haired man watching intently with the same smirk he had earlier. He leaned on a small perch of rock with his legs crossed at the ankles as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

He stood a few feet from Kim. She tried to communicate she needed help, but she was immobilized with a full mouth. Why the fuck wasn't he doing anything?! After he watched for what seemed like forever, he walked towards the water, right where Kim was sitting. He put one leg in and then the other. He touched her cheek with the back of his fingers. In another context, it might have been a gentle and sweet gesture. Why isn't she waking up, Nat thought. All the while he didn't break eye contact and started to saunter over to Nat, still being mercilessly face fucked by the water tentacle. At this point, it's smooth tip had expanded so much that her mouth was being stretched.

As he approached, the abuse of her mouth slowed. He held up his hand and it stopped moving all together. It remained in her mouth, but at least it was still, now serving more as a muffle than an assailant.

"Don't scream and I'll have it release you."

The tentacle slowly removed itself from her mouth. She immediately opened her mouth to scream. She felt a hard slap against her sensitive pussy and then an intense suction at her clit. The tentacles still holding her extremities pulled her further. The shock of the slap caused her scream to catch before any sound left her mouth.

"You stupid, fucking whore. If you do that again, it won't just slap your clearly-desperate-cunt." When she held her tongue, he smiled almost nicely.

"Isn't that what you are? A desperate cunt?" She made no response. "I like having fun with humans. You are all so ... helpless. But in all my years, no woman has ever gotten so wet so quickly. Just from a few teasing remarks. Desperate. Fucking. Cunt."

He hadn't touched her but she felt invaded from his gaze alone. She noticed his ears had a little point to them. Nat there are more important things than ears, she scolded herself.

"You may say you're a desperate cunt." As if he was doing her some great favor.

She remained quiet and his smile faded. "You will say you're a desperate cunt or you will lose the ability to say anything."

"I'm desperate."

"A desperate what?"

"A desperate cunt." She looked away so she could avoid eye contact as she said the humiliating words.

As soon as she said the words, she felt the tentacle penetrate her pussy. Her eyes widened in surprise. The man held a single finger against her lips. It was remarkably warm. She let the relief from the insertion wash over her as it swelled inside her. The finger pressed harder against her lips, parting them gently. She found herself sucking his finger as if she were slowly pleasuring a lover's dick.

"Mmm good girl." He purred. "Maybe you're not so useless after all."

For reasons she wasn't sure of, the praise made her feel even more humiliated.

The thing in her pussy built up speed and force, until it rammed against her cervix like no dick or toy ever had.

He glanced back at Kim. "Let's see if those tits are as spectacular as your friend's." He pulled her swimsuit straps down. "Hmmm" was all he said, not particularly pleased. Her cheeks burned with shame.

He moved so that he was positioned behind her. Once again, his thick cock pressed against her. A moan escaped her mouth. His hand moved to stifle her sounds completely.

He whispered in her ear, "Honestly, finding eager sexual partners has never been an issue. But there's something about breaking a human whore that satisfies a different ... itch."

"And my friend here enjoys it too." She glanced into the water again. She still couldn't see anything lurking but she could feel its presence - even beyond the abuse on her hungry cunt and pull on her thighs and wrists.

"You see, you're in my territory now. Well it will all pass to me when my father dies. But the creatures here in the lagoon - all of them - are loyal to me." The penetration abruptly stopped.