Warmth

How did I get here? That question was easy to answer, as it was my job to be here. Every weekend for the past several months I had been house sitting for my neighbors, who always had somewhere to be. Family outing, a show in the city, a cousin who'd fallen ill...What my neighbors lacked in communication skills, they more than made up for it in social activities and money. They'd paid me generously to drive by the house once a day to make sure everything was in order. Water the plants, fold the laundry, small chores. Sometimes they'd be gone for a week or two at a time, and I'd need to run the sinks to make sure their pipes didn't freeze. The Listers, the elderly couple that they were, had insisted I take advantage of their huge bathtub and shower. I'd been tempted to take them up on the offer, but it had never come up...

Now, however, I was asking myself what was happening to me. Dark bonds held my limbs, pulling me in every direction, assaulting my senses. The only thing I could determine with complete certainty was that everything was...wet.

Wet things have a strange smell, and a weird sound that only happens when something damp is rubbed against something else that's also wet. Like a sponge against a plate, the squishing sound of damp coils and weights dominated what little information I could process. It was all I understood as the front door was closed and I was taken further and further into the Lister home.

No amount of pulling, thrashing, or jerking seemed to create any leeway. I was stuck! Bound! Trapped! When I tried to scream for help, a fat wad rushed into my mouth, cutting off my voice and air supply. As I began to choke, the pain unbearable and forcing my eyes shut, the intruder released a jet of air, relaxing me for the moment.

With my eyes still closed, I found myself laying flat on my back against something very soft. Forcing my eyes open, I recognized this to be the master bedroom, a magnificent king sized bed. Looking around me, my eyes widened even more upon registering the sight of my bonds.

Tentacles. There was no other term to describe them. I'd only ever seen them in old movies, and the occasional feature on TV. My only experiences with them were the small ones you liked to poke at an aquarium.

These wet and massive coils looked much firmer, stronger, and in control of the situation. Red as a rose, with white lines down the sides, large suction cups lined the bottom of every single one that I could see. Their tips varied in thickness, some extremely fine and others massive.

I continued trying to pull with my arms and legs, looking for any sort of give. I was panicking! Hyperventilating! I needed to get out of this place, NOW!

This only seemed to aggravate the tentacles even further, and they completely spun around my limbs, effectively pinning me to the bed. Their strength was far beyond anything I could overpower, and the fire inside of me was doused. Even my head was locked down, forcing me to look up at the plain ceiling.

Nothing I did could break the grip of these tentacles...I couldn't keep pulling, or I'd just tire myself out. What would happen if I fell asleep? Would they take advantage of me somehow? Keep me here until the Listers discovered me? Hide me away from them for even longer?

"Hello, dearie!" said a loud voice, jolting me from my panic attack. I couldn't move my head to greet this intruder or see who it was, but I knew the voice belonged to Mrs. Lister. She always called me "dearie", and had such an affectionate tone in her voice.

I couldn't respond to her greeting, what with the tentacle still in my mouth. Even my ears were covered, and I couldn't-

Wait. If my ears were totally covered up, how could I hear her? Where exactly was Mrs. Lister's voice coming from?

"I imagine you must be very confused right now. If I answered every question you had, you'd probably worry your head even more!"

Was she in my mind? Did she know what was happening to me? My eyes darted as far as they could go, trying to figure out where she was speaking to me from. But all I could see was the ceiling, tentacles, a window, and the corners of the room.

"All you need to know is that this is a gift from me, and my husband of course, to you. For being so kind to us folk in our age. We'll be gone for a while, and need you to stay with the house for a bit longer than normal."

A bit longer than normal? What did that even mean? How long-

"Like I said, dearie. You needn't worry about anything at all. These fellas, I'm sure you've met them, will take quite good care of you while we're gone."

Take care of me? How could I NOT worry about what that meant?

"Enjoy this gift, love. Heaven knows my husband and I have! I think you'll find that everything's going to be alright. I'll be in touch! Have fun!"

With no room for questions, her voice vanished. At the same time, I felt something bulging inside my plugged mouth. After a large puff of something sweet wafted through my nostrils, everything faded into darkness...

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Day 2, 9:14 AM

The first thing I felt when I woke up was wetness. All around me, surrounding me, swishing near my ears, all I could really think of was wetness. Without even opening my eyes, I knew that what happened yesterday was no dream, no figment of my wildest imagination.

It had happened. I had been manhandled and assaulted by my neighbor's creepy tentacles. And...it felt strangely good.

Don't get me wrong, I still wasn't over the whole "Why do my neighbors have a tentacle monster living in their house?" part of this problem. How had I never seen nor heard it when I'd been over so many times before? Why did the Listers keep a tentacle monster living in their house? Why had they set it loose on me so suddenly?

I couldn't figure out what this thing seemed to want from me, either. Right now I was lying in a bed, still in the master bedroom, firmly held in place by powerful tentacles. No amount of pulling or tugging made any sort of progress in getting me free. I was stuck.

Then there were the sounds. A slithering, squishing, liquid sound, like handling wet laundry before it goes into a dryer. I heard the red coils knead my body and keep me pinned, though my head was locked up at the ceiling.

All I was really able to do was wait for something to happen. My fingers were wound up like a pair of tight mittens, and my legs similarly locked down. Thankfully, my clothes were still on, though incredibly damp and ruined from all the manhandling.

What else was there for me to do, except to relax?

A sweet liquid began trickling down my throat. I hadn't even noticed that the tentacle from...before was still in my mouth. I didn't try to fight it at this point. Why bother? Fighting it would only piss this thing off even more. Worst case scenario, if I drank this stuff, I would just become warm and dizzy.

Swallow after swallow, I drifted along to a sweet cloud nine, unable to think about much else. I wasn't tired enough to fall asleep, but I was too out of it to notice the tentacles beginning to unwind from around my body. Slime caked my skin and clothes, dark spots soaking right through my shorts.

I could feel cool air tickle my wrinkled skin as it was released, my fingers gently closing into a fist upon being let go. They then relaxed into an open palm.

Something similar happened with my toes, flexing on their own and returning to their flat position right after.

After some time, the only tentacles that remained were around my neck and in my mouth, force-feeding me that sweet stuff. It kept me unable to resist, subdued. So why hadn't it tried to hurt me? If it wanted me to obey, why not just force me?

A sharp tug on my head answered the question, almost dragging me out of bed. I dizzily stood up from the bed, dripping slime all over the floor. It still clung to my body, rolling across my skin like a thick shampoo. But shampoo didn't smell this strong or cause me to feel super tingly...

I was pulled through the house in a blur. It seemed darker than normal inside, though it couldn't just be because some lights were off. Was something else preventing light from outside the house from coming in?

I wanted through the house with my socks making a "plop" sound over the floor. They were sopping wet, but I couldn't look down to see why. Was I still leaking the goop from the tentacles? Was it all over the floor? I only had enough time to ask one question, with great difficulty, before another popped up and took over my mind.

Suddenly I found myself in a large chair, staring at a large TV. I was expecting to be tied down, forced to watch some hypnotic recording or listen to the tentacles order me around. But I was surprised to find I could still move around, walk about, stretch. The leash stopped me from leaving the living room, giving me a hard yank when I tried to do so. So that wasn't going to happen....

I found my way back to the seat, almost as big as a throne of some sort. Turning to the TV, it had started playing...porn. Not just any porn, but hardcore tentacle porn, straight out of a cartoon. I think this was called anime? Whatever it was, this girl was getting completely railed by tentacles, covering so much of her body.

This girl, who looked a little older than me, was completely naked. I could make out what remained of her skirt clinging on for dear life on the edge of her foot, useless as it goaded other tentacles on. Her hair was messy, wild, thrashing around in front of her face. Some plunged right into her mouth, her pussy, her ass, and pumped in and out like a piston.

Part of me felt revolted and disgusted, watching this poor girl get destroyed. But another part of me found it exciting, sensual, even...horny.

I'd never watched this crap before. I lead a normal life, watching normal movies like Trek Wars and Retaliators: The Final Countdown. Every so often I'd read a book if I found the right time and place. The fact that I could even stand watching this without trying to change the channel was scaring me.

Not for lack of trying...The remote was nowhere to be seen. Something else was controlling the TV. Someone, or something, wanted me to watch whatever this was.

I could hear this girl moaning. Screaming. She sounded like she was suffering...but also so energized, gasping with glee. Her face was one of pain and pleasure.

And I was starting to feel hot too, sweating and gasping for breath. I noticed that the stalk in my mouth was long gone, but my collar was firm. Was it choking me? Remaining loose enough for me to feel comfortable, but tight enough that it knew it was there. It was hot. I was hot. I was bothered by the heat in my mind and skin.

Like a lightning bolt through a cloudy day, I felt something tickle my crotch through my shorts. I snapped my head down to look, only to see my own hand, unguided and uncorrupted by any of the devilish tentacles that surrounded me. I'd tried to touch myself, desperate for relief.

I must be really into this stuff.

With no more pretense, I dug my whole hand down my panties, feeling a flame that I didn't even know was burning inside me! I could smell my pussy and hear the slapping of my hand against the inside of my thighs, as my other hand kneaded one of my teeny boobs.

"Oh! Oh! OH! OH!"

I was screaming in elation, rocking back and forth, ready for an orgasm to hit me.

But something else happened, instead. Strong tentacles snatched away my hands and arms, pulling them away from me!

No! I needed to come! Nothing else mattered to me now, I was so close! I just needed a little more time with my cunt!

I tried to rub my slit along my chair, but I was lifted up by my butt to keep me totally helpless! Powerless! There was no way that I could have orgasmed, now!

I let out a low, guttural moan of frustration and pleasure. Why had I been denied this happiness? I just wanted to come and feel amazing! Now all I could do is stare at the stupid porn as the girl got fucked, and all I got was a whole lot of horniness and no way to get off.

I writhed and flexed in mid-air, trying to do something with the time. My shorts had come off somewhere in the chaos, leaving me with only a pair of panties to keep me safe. I was still wearing a baggy hoodie, t-shirt, and bra, but I had no idea how long those would last...All I really cared about was the fact that my ass felt a lot more sensitive and exposed. I couldn't even wiggle my butt to get anyone's attention!

This sucked. My collar's tentacle found its way back into my mouth. I sucked. I calmed down. I relaxed.

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Day 2, 11:17 PM

The rest of my day was spent in bed, stuck. Unmoving. It was almost peaceful, kind of like meditating.

Except for the large tentacles that writhed and coiled around me. And the one still stuck in my mouth. Still pumping something down my throat. Something I just kept drinking and drinking, unable to really do anything to stop it.

I felt subdued. Not exactly calm, but tired. My mind felt like someone turned down a dial somewhere, stopping me from doing anything too fast.

My underwear was sopping wet from that adventure earlier. I smelled like sweat and sex. And it smelled good. Very good...

I felt warm. Hot. Too hot. This sweater was causing me to bake, and I needed it off.

No! That just meant these tentacles could have their way with me even more. It would be like I was practically asking them to strangle me.

Beads of sweat collected on my nipples. Tentacles coiled around my chest, kneading my tummy. I thrust my boobs outwards instinctively, offering them to my captors.

Instantly, thin tendrils wrapped themselves from the base of each breast to the nipple, forming a spiral.

I couldn't stop this...not when it felt so good. So incredible. So calming...

They flexed their tiny muscles, kneading my sensitive breasts. They were small, nothing that would get a guy's attention, but not totally absent. Guys would look at me, then look away when they didn't like what they saw. My boobs were big enough for the largest tentacles to examine, mostly unsuccessful due to my clothes covering them. At this point, the only comfort these clothes really gave me was hiding just how wet and turned on I had become.

I was moaning, humping the air, grabbing the air, looking for something to hold onto. Something to fuck.

My sweatshirt and bra came off in the commotion. I wasn't sure if I took them off, or if something pulled it from me. I didn't care!

My nipples were hard, my skin tingling against the open air. Naked flesh collided with wet tentacles, and the only thing protecting me was my panties.

But this was denied to me. My hands were held at my sides as the rest of my body was gripped, assaulted, massaged, handled.

I was still humping the air, hoping for something. Anything to douse the fire that burned too hot inside of me. My hips were then locked down, too, keeping me even more still.

There was a bright light in front of me. Where was it coming from? The more I looked, the more tired I felt, until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore...

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Day 3, 12:31 PM

I woke up gently. I was still held down in bed, tentacles holding me in a grip. But they weren't violent or thrashing around this time. Now, the slimy invaders simply waved around me, travelling through my gaze, squishing loudly in my ears. I wasn't going to get anywhere by fighting them, so I just...stopped fighting. Why bother?

With what little movement I was allowed, I looked out the bedroom window. It opened up to a vast mountainside, revealing a huge forest of trees and wildlife.

Forest. Trees. Did the Listers live in a forest? Or near one? I couldn't remember. I wasn't super concerned by that, though. Wherever I was, I just didn't see the need to cause a big fuss over it. Or over anything, really.

My calm was shattered by a fat tentacle slapping my panties, sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine. I gave a loud "Unh!" in response, reveling in the pleasure. I tried reaching for my pussy, but found my hands pinned down on either side. To make matters worse, my legs and hips were also held tight. I was completely immobilized, only barely able to give the faintest heave against the air. Against something.

I needed something in me now oh my gosh please just fuck me now!

Tentacles continued to slap my cunt. My boobs. My ass cheeks. But never slipping inside, never giving me any relief. Just continuing to frustrate me, the helpless captive, when all I wanted to do was be fucked.

I was sweating so hard, shouting, feeling tentacles massage and squish and curl around me, but there was no orgasm. Just an incredible amount of sensation that led nowhere...

"Please oh master let me cum just fuck me oh gosh please oh please!"

I needed something! I couldn't keep holding on if I didn't get something in me soon!

It was dark. Where did the lights go? I could see just fine a second ago! Now it was all black...Darkness all around me. Suffocating me.

It was warm. So warm. So hot. Everything was hot. Was I moving? Sitting completely still? Flipping all around? I couldn't tell anymore, that's how much I'd lost control. No, I'd given it up. Let it go in the vain hope that I could get some kind of relief, some little slice of peace. Would I ever find it again?

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Day Unknown, Time Unknown

I woke up in a dark, but not pitch-black, room. I could hear them, feel them, smell them, almost taste them all around me.

The dark red tentacles. I was in a room filled with them, from floor to ceiling, wall to wall. It's the only thing I could make out. The only thing there was to see. Except for...

No, it couldn't be. Was this some sort of test? Maybe?

My cunt became wet in the warm air, my nipples hard, and my mouth watering. I was completely nude, and completely unrestrained. No panties, no coils, no collar, nothing stopping me from embracing what I so desperately needed. I crawled, on hands and knees, to bask in the majesty of the erect stalk that lay before me.

It looked so thick, so tall, so hard. Precum oozed from the head, sliding down the front. Its musk had long since taken hold of my mind....The only thing I needed to do now was consume this incredible cock.

And I did just that, taking the entire thing into my mouth.

The taste, the texture, the scent, were all unlike anything I'd ever had. So delicious. So addictive. So wonderful. So sexy! I was resting on my knees now, licking the cum off the shining cock. With reckless abandon, I gulped at the radiant cock before me. And then I began to slide it down my throat, taking this thick member into me.

I gagged. And kept pushing. And pushing. How much of me was left for this cock to go? Could I swallow the whole thing?

I was answered by a rumbling feeling, spreading throughout my entire body. I was vibrating very suddenly, but not due to pleasure...No, the cock several inches deep into my mouth, was about to erupt.

My hands continued massaging, coaxing, caressing the cock stuck inside me. Whatever was in there, I needed it inside of me, now!

As if it could hear me, I felt an incredible surge of tentacle spunk shoot down my throat. Hot, thick, and oh my gosh was this the most amazing experience that I've ever had! No guy, no porn, no dream had ever come close to what I was feeling right now. The tentacle cum, tentacum, just kept pouring down my throat, finding its way to my stomach.

I felt the cock squirm and slide around in my hands. Then I felt a jet of cum hit my face...had it shrunk? So soon?

I could barely look down, for all the spunk that now covered my face. I tried licking it up with my tongue, gathering it up with my hands. The cock had...pointed at me. Towards my face. On my face. And it was still letting loose an incredible amount of dark white, thick, creamy fluids.