Toys and Tentacles

I couldn't believe the gesture. I was strung up, moistened and tenderized for him. There was no way he intended on inflicting any less harm than the cannibal.

"-though it was quite entertaining to see you bound." His fingers traced the hollow of my stomach and down, to the crests of my hips. "So helpless, so vulnerable. I couldn't let you be slaughtered for someone else's appetite."

What he didn't say spoke volumes. Fresh tears escaped me.

A hot tongue traced my cheek, catching my saline misery. "Shh, hush now. Don't cry, pet. You're in good hands, here." He released me, and I thought it was the end of it, until he came back with more bindings.

He caught my ankles with ease and hoisted them up to my chest, binding them securely so I was curled into a ball, my backend exposed entirely to him.

"It wasn't an accident, you being here," he said as he worked. "Sometimes, all it takes is a few phone calls, and your quarry falls straight into your lap." I felt the press of his clothed crotch against my bare ass. He was hard already, likely getting off on frightening me. I gasped again. The green-eyed man released me and came around to face me, considering his work with a smile. "All in good time."

My lips trembled as I spoke. "I don't- want this."
"No? I have seven toys that would say otherwise." I dropped my head again but he tilted it up with a finger under my chin. "If you check out, I'm happy to deliver you straight back to the kitchens. You can be the main entrée for tonight's celebration, or you can suffer me." His mouth turned down. "What'll it be, pet?"

I found his eyes full and expectant; I had to look away before he cut me with his gaze. "You're a player, then?"

"No," he said through tightened lips, rousing me from my resignation. "I am the game master. I built this hidden oasis from the ground, up."

Dreaded realization coursed through me that the man who would dictate my life and death in this hellhole was the very man that had created this hellhole to begin with. All the crimes I'd witnessed were only possible because of him.

The realization set my knees to quivering against my chest. "What are you going to do with me?"

"So many, many things, pet," he said, thoughtfully stroking the line of my neck. "And perhaps, if I enjoy you as much as you enjoyed my pets, you'll have one very influential patron to vouch for your social capital."

My eyes cracked open at the offer, considering that I might actually survive him.

"If you survive, of course," he said as if reading my mind. "Some of my interests are... rather more fatal than others. Such as this one." He pulled a revolver from his waist and spun the cylinder, then aimed it at my face.

I stared into the barrel as his finger depressed the lever and sucked in what I thought was my very last breath on this earth. A resounding click made me flinch, but my face was still intact.

"How fortunate." His grin made me tremble harder. "There was only one empty chamber in the cylinder, which happens to be lodged in a dead man's skull at the moment. Saved twice by the same bullet. You are lucky, pet."

Bound and beyond frightened, my bladder released. The heat of shame mounted as my urine soaked into the furs below. My green-eyed captor watched the stream with mild amusement, and without a word from him, the door opened again.

People in black suits dragged the mess out of the room and replaced it before leaving in utter silence. "Considering the circumstances, I'll let this one slide but next time, you're cleaning the mess up with your tongue. Do you understand?"

When I didn't answer, he grabbed my hair in a vise and forced me to look at him. "I asked you a question, pet."

"Yes!" I cried, the bindings cutting into my skin and numbing my feet.

"Good," he said, grabbing the rope suspending me and yanking, hard. I hit the ground on my side, still bound and squirming like a larva against the fresh furs. He was over me in an instant. "Now, tell me honestly: what is your deepest, darkest desire?"

I took a tremulous breath. "I don't- I don't know."

"Yes, you do. It's that one thing you banish from your mind when it rises to be acknowledged. You know it well, and you avoid it for the sake of propriety. It is a dark blight in your mind when you come across it, and you hate it, loathe it, because it exposes the true makings of the creature that is Beth." He'd grown close, so that his breath flitted in my ear. "You don't have to hate it, here. You don't have to loathe yourself for the darkness that you crave. Tell me, pet, what is that thing that haunts your dreams?"

I wanted to deny his words and tell him he was a goddamned liar. But the rage only highlighted the very thing he meant. My defensive shell was wrapped tightly around a concept I'd done well to smother. He was right, there was something there. Something I'd never dared utter. Until now. "It's- not possible."

"There are few impossible things in this city. Say it, and I will determine what is possible."

Between the warming furs and the press of his body, I was pinned.

"I don't- want to die."

"You haven't answered," he said, nuzzling my neck.

I took another cautious breath and squeezed my eyes shut. "I want- to be skewered."

He paused in his teasing. "That is all?"

"N- not by a cock. I-" Words failed me. What a laughable fetish mine was. How could I articulate such a biological impossibility, if I wanted to live, that was.

"Say what it is you are withholding," he said with a growl.

On a rushed breath, I said it. "I want to be impaled! I want my body to be worn like a fucking condom and filled to the brim." It sounded so stupid aloud. I hated myself for giving into his demands and burned to be free of this whole laughable situation. Either he was going to mock me for it, or pike me up on a stick like Vlad the Impaler. But there was a great release inside me, like I'd let go of something hateful and wrong by merely uttering it.

More tears came, but these were strictly of relief.

"How hard was that?" he asked, tucking my wild curls behind one ear. "It feels good to be whole, doesn't it? When you deny a part of yourself, you are ripping yourself to pieces by imposing society's rules onto your psyche. Now, on the note of impossibility, it is not so impossible as you think, pet."

"I don't want to-"

"Die, I know," he finished, stroking my back. "Some of the features in this city can be found nowhere else in the world. Or, at least, nowhere any human has dared to venture. I have one particular feature that would very much like to get acquainted with you, if this is your true desire."

I was afraid to agree. What sort of 'feature' could grant me my wildest fetish without killing me? Or was this a trick to sign away my life?

He thumbed my cheekbone. "Would you like that, pet?"

"It won't kill me?"

His smile widened as he gazed at me with incredible tenderness. "No."

I bit my lip, my brows knitting together as I nodded. Could I actually obtain my deepest desire in this life? Was it possible? And could I believe him? "What do you want from me?"

"Who is to say I won't get what I want, first?"

I swallowed, hard. "What is it that you want?"

"You," he said simply. "I want you to scream for me in primeval ecstasy, to bend to my every whim and give me all that you are, Elizabeth Sandstrom, and I will give you everything you've ever desired, my lucky little bauble."

My voice was hoarse, unconvincing. "Let me out of these bindings and I will."

His grin exposed horribly charming dimples in his cheeks. "Not yet. But I promise you won't regret it." He caught my hips and righted me, so my face was pressed into the furs and my ass raised high. His touch was gone and he tinkered with something behind him, then the heat of him returned. Fingers teased open my lips and I whined as I felt something bulbous hard -- not a cock -- press against my hole. "While you wait for your own treatment, this will keep you satiated." He twisted and rammed, bottoming me out.

I choked at the sudden fullness, my body clenching around it.

A finger rimmed my second hole, then a tongue.

Despite the bath, I felt dirty, unclean, but this glorious sensation bloomed inside me, making my eyes roll back in my head. Hands caught my cheeks and spread them wider, and I surrendered to him.

Another pair of hands found my face and tilted my head up so that I was looking into those green eyes. I realized with dull delay that it was not the he who'd subjected himself to priming my second hole, but another toy.

The green-eyed man was smiling down at me again, this time, he was naked, his cock standing at attention. I tried to squirm away as he jammed my face down on the thing, filling me to gagging. He left it in my throat so that I couldn't breathe, couldn't object.

That's when the tongue slid inside me, and I jolted further onto the cock.

He issued a hiss as he allowed my throat to riot around his dick, while I slowly lost air. When it hit a critical moment, he tore me off, and I gasped for a fresh breath. The toy behind me relinquished my ass to positioning himself for entry. I'd claimed to have wanted much more than this, and steeled myself for the coming battery.

My asshole clenched as he pressed against it, but I didn't have time to object as my mouth was occupied by that demanding cock, and they entered me simultaneously. I was pumped hard, my body bending to their insistent strokes. Whatever filled my vagina was battered by the toy's cock, and the twin sensation only served to make me drool all over the cock in my mouth.

A third party strapped something around my chest and pelvis, and I was lifted off the furs and suspended, their cocks never slowing in their claiming of me.

Something changed in the pace of the green-eyed man, and a growl escaped him as he caught my hair again, jamming me mercilessly to the hilt. Tears escaped me as he exploded in my throat, forcing me to accept his seed. The toy behind me diligently stuffed my ass with all of him, securing me around the game master's long cock as it twinged with the last of his release.

He relinquished my head and I let it drop, even as the toy continued his battery of my asshole. I was alone with the sensation for some time, reveling in the act of being stuffed. He'd already come, what more could there be?

"If you're to meet your new friend, this evening, it'll be imperative that you're... loosened up a bit." His voice was behind me somewhere. "Hold steady, pet."

The toy behind me eased on his thrusts, and another tip pressed against my asshole, so that they were along side each other. I realized only too late what he meant. "Noo!" A gasp caught in my throat as they delved in together, spreading me wide. My eyes bulged with the sensation, realizing my body hadn't broken, but molded itself to their shared thickness.

Another toy nudged a cock in my face, and another. They fought over access to my mouth, delving deep before ripping me off only to be filled again. I could only close my eyes as I was greedily taken by more than I could handle. Hands secured my hips, dragging me backwards as they shoved in tandem. I screamed on a cock, and then caught air long enough to be skewered again.

One of the men in front grabbed my hair and jammed me down to accept another load, while they spread my asshole wide with their twin thrustings. When I was released, I gagged on his cum while the other took the reigns and jammed in.

They sped up their pace and simultaneously came inside of me, thrusting as if to breach my innards. The cock in my mouth jammed me against them harder, so I was pinned, entirely helpless as they took what they wanted from me.

The cocks inside me softened, all but the one in my mouth. This toy was determined to get off inside me, spurned by the other's release. He yanked my bindings so they forced me to sway into his cock until he reached that peak, groaning out his appreciation for my battered throat.

I gagged when they released me, dripping from both ends.

Women were there to clean me, to kiss me, to lap up the spare cum leaking from me. I lost myself in a sweet kiss, recognizing the taste. The green-eyed man was gone, as far as I could tell. He'd come inside me twice, and if he could do more than that in the course of an hour, I didn't figure him to be human. Perhaps I'd paid the price of my fetish. I hoped I'd paid the price.

Someone wiggled the dildo from my furious vagina, still throbbing for more while my asshole burned from the violent entry. It, too, was lapped clean by diligent tongues. I was beyond rational questions at this point, satisfied not to be pummeled by a quartet of merciless cocks. They could stick their damned tongues wherever they liked.

Exhaustion found me, even as I was gently lowered to the floor, my body freed from the bindings. I went limp, teasing the fur with lazy fingers. My skin was slick in the cool air, and my breath came slower with each passing minute.

This wasn't so bad, I had to admit.

Even their rough handling was closer to my 'deepest desire' than anything I'd ever experienced. The toys were unyielding yet fastidious, every need managed, every act considered. I don't know how long I lay in that room, caressed by tongue and cloth until I was clean again. In this sensuous moment, they fed me and offered fluids for me to drink, massaging out the binding marks along my skin and the muscles beneath. I could do nothing but allow them to work. And they loved me, as I'd never known love before. They cherished and adored my body in little whispers and compliments, though I knew it was nothing to admire.

The water must have been drugged because after that, the world dropped into a haze of carnal pleasures and murmurs of assent. I found myself kissing the golden beauty again, her generous gaze only reassuring me that all was right, and that I was loved.

When the green-eyed man returned, his gaze was dark. "Is she ready?"

"Yes," one of them said after releasing my nipple from their hot mouth. "She's agreeable."

"Good." He stood over me as the others took their leave, fully clothed with something cupped between his hands. "I'll have my way with you yet, but I wanted to offer you a sample of your reward, first." He lowered himself between my knees, still cupping whatever he held. I could barely lift my head to watch as he lowered it to my womanhood.

There was a twinge against my lips, as if something had pierced me and held. Something autonomous, thick and slimy flexed and delved in as the green-eyed man watched with fascination. I went rigid as it swelled, wriggling up and up, until the pressure against my cervix was too much, and it gave to that squirming thing. When it throbbed, I throbbed, offering a cry as it coiled in my organ to roost. I gritted my teeth from the pleasure of it. "W- what is that?"

"There is no name for what it is." He pressed a hand to my stomach, making the thing writhe within me. "But they get bigger. The one you'll meet tonight will have ample enough appendages for you, long enough, I daresay, to impale your beautiful body exactly as you crave."

I threw my head to the side as it discovered my center and flexed against it, making me leak. Hands caught my feverish face, and a mouth found mine. The green-eyed man sucked in my lower lip and bit down, causing me to flinch, which caused the thing inside me to writhe again. It was a glorious catch-22. When my body protested, it reacted in kind, squirming and hitting that spot deep inside me, making me protest again.

The game master forced me to meet his eye through the haze of paramount satisfaction. "It will stay in you until it can crawl its way out. You will be incubating it for the duration of its immaturity. When it is ready, it will return the favor. Until then," he said with a grin. "I will be making the most of your glorious body." He pressed hard on my stomach again, forcing the thing to riot and me to cry out. "Think of it as an express pregnancy."

The thing writhed again, and I realized it was growing larger. My stomach surged and the muscles tightened, so that I was breathing fast and hard.

He didn't wait, dragging me down and pressing his clothed crotch against me. "You're the first willing participant, so give some room for error. I'm 98% sure you'll survive the birthing process." His eyes were dark as he threw his pants open and delved into my womanhood, the tightness already too much for me. I bucked to be free but he caught me around the shoulders, jamming me to the hilt.

They both rioted with the sensation of filling me, and I screamed as he said I would.

At this point, I didn't care that I was some insane test subject for whatever monstrosity he'd put inside me. This was all too good, too wonderful, for me to dissent. He jammed in again, a hot breath escaping him as he pressed our stomachs together, making the tightness unbearable.

I screamed again and threw my head back as he pummeled the thing inside me, which indeed returned the favor to my core. At some point, he levered me up onto his lap and dragged me down, lashing my mouth with his tongue as I squirmed and protested.

My stomach enlarged again, forcing me to exhale.

He noticed, grinning even as he squeezed the bulge of my stomach. "Delightful little creature, isn't it?" He groaned as if it impeded on his girth. "Ah- spritely urchin. Just like its mother." He crushed me to his chest as he worked me hard, making me scream again. I panted out a half-spoken plea, and he slowed. "What, pet?"

"H- harder, harder!"

A chuckle reverberated through him. "I'll show you harder."

And he did, throwing me to the ground so my enlarged stomach was pressed to the cold tile, jamming in with all the strength in his limbs. If he crushed me right then, I wouldn't have cared. I couldn't, drunk on love and lust and that insatiable pressure building inside me. I didn't know if my body were built for such an unholy birthing, but I would gladly try.

He came to a sort of peak again, grinding me into the tiles as he worked my body to the point of breaking. I couldn't scream any longer, my throat dry and hoarse from all the effort. I gagged when he came inside me, his groan echoing through the room.

And when he was finished, he knelt over me, panting.

I had a feeling it was done, whatever it was. He'd taken my every hole and made me a very compliant toy. I might have jumped on him again if I'd had the strength to. As it were, I took in one shallow breath after another while my stomach stretched again.

It wasn't over.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt that formidable thing writhe again, growing and roiling with a new mass that spoke to exponential growth. How much more could I take? How much more could I stand? He wasn't even sure I'd survive, and that should have filled me with dread, but it didn't. Instead, I felt a sort of peace, even as the thing made itself known again.

He brushed a stray curl from my mouth. "Would you like to be filled while you wait?"

"Yes," I said through parched lips. "Yes!"

"Very well." He stood from me as a host of cocks surrounded me, lifting me between them so I was no longer touching the cool tile. One nudged into my abused ass, another delved into his used hole, and a third rammed into my thirsty mouth, and I was skewered between them. It irritated the growing creature inside me, so it shot an electric sensation down to my toes and up, to the base of my neck. My body was alight with this incredible density. I didn't know I could accept so much, or that I was so eager to be used.

I was no longer the Beth that had entered this city.

I was something else. A compliant toy, the mother of a monster. That was the deepest sensation as it bucked inside me, its strong muscles stronger still. I knew, somehow, that it loved me, more than any of the toys, more than the game master, himself.