Faye and the Tentacle Monster

Disclaimer: there are some elements of bondage (of the tentacle variety) and moments of non-consensual sex, but quickly becomes consensual. Everything is kept lightly and is in no way of me condoning what occurs within the story.

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As soon as Faye saw the sign she knew she had to stop. Unfortunately, she saw it too late and drove by the turn-in to the parking lot.

“Maybe I should just head on home,” she thought to herself. But then a second later she changed her mind. “No, I have to see what they have. I’m too curious, now.”

She took the next right turn and circled the block. She carefully looked and when she spotted the sign from a distance she spotted the sign and slowed down her SUV, turning on her signal light. She pulled into a small parking lot in front of a small single-story building; more of a house than a building.

Faye turned off the motor of her SUV and got out, and walked towards a singular door. Above it was the sign that she saw from the road. It was weather-beaten and faded, but clearly read ‘Madam Elsie — Fortunes Told.’ Just below the sign was a banner, new and recently added, which read ‘GOING OUT OF BUSINESS! EVERYTHING MUST GO!’

“I just have to see what Madam Elsie is getting rid of,” she thought to herself. “Maybe she’s got something unique. Halloween is tomorrow night and something different to add to decorations would be perfect.”

A bell rang as Faye opened the door and walked in. She came into a small lobby. There was a counter, about six feet in length and four feet in height. On it was a tarnished bell. Off to one side was a couch that had seen better days and its final destination probably would be the county dump. Behind the counter was an open door revealing a hallway that immediately went to the left so she couldn’t see farther than that.

Faye tapped the bell, receiving the expected ding. She was never hesitant about ringing a bell if no one was in sight; that was their primary purpose. The thing she concerned herself with was how long she should wait before she rang it again if no one showed up. She began counting silently to herself, first thinking 15 seconds would be long enough, but by the time she got to ten figured it would be better to wait until 30 seconds before again announcing her presence.

She got to 23 when she heard the sound of footsteps and a faint “I’m coming,” voiced from the unseen part of the hall. Coming out the door was an older woman, Faye figured the late 60s, early 70s. She was short, almost a foot shorter than Faye. She was wearing a headscarf, blue with stars and quarter moons on it (“Perfect for a fortune teller,” Faye thought). Accompanying that was a faded red blouse and a black skirt that went almost to her feet.

“What can I do for you young lady?” the short woman asked as she stood behind the counter, her head and neck being the only things visible.

“I, uh… saw your sale sign and wanted to see what you had for sale,” Faye said.

“Well, there’s not much left. I’ve been selling off everything for the last two weeks and the last day is tomorrow. I’ve sold off most of the good stuff, but you’re welcome to look through what I have left. I’ll even cut you a deal on stuff because I need to get it out of here. Anything left is probably going to the county dump.

The couch in the lobby immediately came to Faye’s mind.

“Come on back with me and I’ll show you what I have,” the woman said as turned to go through the door, motioning for Faye to follow her. She followed the woman as they went down a narrow corridor into the back of the building.

“So are you Madam Elsie?” Faye asked.

“The one and only,” the woman replied.

“Is it too much for me to ask why you’re going out of business?”

“Nah!” Madam Elsie said. “Mine’s a dying business my dear, at least the traditional way of it.

“The traditional way?”

“Yes. Everything is on the internet now. Face this and twit that. Your younger crowd does everything through video chats. There are fortune tellers online, but they’re not the real thing. You have your pretty young things with their low-cut tops enticing young men into paying double what I charged for a fortune. Thirty years ago I could have given those young tramps a run for their money, but now….”

Madam Elsie voice trailed off as they came to the end of the hall into a larger area. There was a table with several boxes on it. Other boxes, some covered and some not, were against one wall.

“But now?” Faye asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Madam Elsie said. “Now I’m just too old for it. Besides, the pandemic put a hurt on my business. Talked to my financial advisor. ‘Time to retire Elsie,’ he told me. And he’s right. I should have retired years ago. But I love the business, and it was hard to give up. I guess I had to be forced out of it or they would have carried me out.”

Elsie laughed after she said that. Faye felt bad for the old woman. “Driven out to pasture,” Faye thought. “I wonder if in a couple of decades that will happen to me.”

The old woman pointed to the table. “Help yourself,” she said. “Everything you see there is for sale, even the table. Make me an offer and I’ll probably take it.”

Faye looked through the boxes. She found several old horoscope magazines, power adapters that went to who knows what, several coffee mugs that had seen a lot of use, and lots of small knick-knacks. Nothing was catching her eye as she looked through each of the boxes on the table.

“Oh, well,” Faye thought. “This adventure in idle curiosity is going to end up going no place.”

She turned to look at the boxes on the floor, with the expectation they would contain as many unexcitable contents as the ones on the table. As she walked closer to them she stopped. The box in the corner caught her eye. It was good-sized, three-foot by three and two feet high with the box cover folded over the top. But it was what was hanging out of the box that had Faye’s curiosity.

“Uh, Madam Elsie?” Faye said.

“Hmm? What is it dear?” she answered as she came up behind Faye.

Faye pointed to the box in the corner. Something long and thick was draped over the side of the box about halfway down, the rest of it hidden inside. It looked like…

“That,” Faye pointed towards the box. “Is that… a snake?”

“What?” Madam Elsie said. She then started laughing as she touched Faye’s left shoulder.

“No child,” she continued as she laughed. “That’s not a snake. That’s Irving.”

“Irving?”

“Yes, let me show you.”

Madam Elsie went over to the box, grabbed hold of it, and started dragging it out of the corner.

“Come over here, dear, and help me,” she said to Faye.

Faye went over and grabbed hold of one side of the box and dragged it along with Madam Elsie. Together they pulled it over to the table to one end where there was an empty space on it.

“Help me lift it up,” Madam Elsie said. “Lift on three: one, two, three!” Together they pulled up the box and put it down onto the table with a dull thud.

“Oh, that smarts,” Madam Elsie said as she rubbed her back.

“You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?” Faye asked?

“No, no, child,” she said. “I’m just getting a bit too old to be doing things like that. Now let me introduce you to Irving.”

The old woman flipped open the top of the box. Reaching in, she grabbed hold of… something… and lifted. “This is… what’s your name young girl?” she asked Faye.

“Faye,” she replied as she stared at what Madam Elsie pulled out of the box. It was the ugliest… something… she had ever seen. The old woman held what looked to be a very large head. Not a normal head, mind you. There was no hair to speak of. The skin of the head was a very dark green, reminiscent of a ripe cucumber. The eye was what caught Faye’s attention. There was one eye; it was large, almost three inches and circular, a black dot on a sea of white. And under the head was a multitude of tendrils that extended various lengths and varying thicknesses.

“Uh, just what is that?” Faye asked.

“This is Irving,” Madam Elsie said. “Faye, meet Irving. Irving, this is Faye.” The old woman was holding one of the thicker tendrils, which she stretched out towards Faye, shaking it like a hand. “Pleased to meet you,” the old woman said in a deeper voice.

Faye took a step back when Madam Elsie stuck the appendage out toward her, which made the old woman start to laugh.

“Don’t be afraid of Irving,” the old woman said as she continued to laugh. “He’s not real you know.”

Faye stared at him, then looked back at Madam Elsie. “But what is he?”

“He’s the store mascot,” she said.

“Mascot?” Faye asked.

“Yes. He came with the store,” Madam Elsie said. “When I first started telling fortunes I worked out of my house. Business got so good I was able to buy my own place. This used to belong to another fortune teller, Madam Layla. She too was retiring and let me buy it for a really cheap price. Irving used to belong to her. She was going to put him into the dumpster, but I couldn’t do that. So I kept him on. He’s a great conversation starter!”

“I would imagine so,” Faye said as she looked over Irving. Madam Elsie had lifted Irving completely out and pushed the box onto the floor. She then set him down on the table to give Faye a closer look.

“These long things stretching out from him,” Faye said. “They’re all different lengths and sizes. Are they…”

“Tentacles,” Madam Elsie said, cutting off Faye. “He uses them to snatch his prey.” She said this last part, whipping one of Irving’s tentacles out towards Faye, making her jump back. The old woman laughed.

“See, he’s a lot of fun,” the old woman said. “Great for parties, and especially for Halloween.”

“Maybe he’d be cool for a party,” Faye thought. “How much are you asking for him?”

“He has a lot of sentimental value you know,” Madam Elsie said.

“Great,” Faye thought. “Sentimental means expensive.”

“But I can’t take him with me. The apartment I’m moving into is too small, so I have to reluctantly part ways with him. I was asking $99 for him.”

“And you’re not getting that from me,” Faye thought to herself as she looked over Irving. He seemed to be made of rubber or something similar. His head was fairly firm, whereas the tentacles had some give to them. But there were so many of them, all of them the darkish green color.

“But I’d part with him for $49.”

“$49?” Faye said. “That’s a lot, but…” Her thoughts were interrupted as one of the thicker tentacles caught her eye. She lifted it up to take a closer look at it. It extended almost three feet from its body, with the same thickness of about two inches. Closer to the end of it she could see the bulging veins. And at the end of the tentacle was the unmistakable bulbous head with a tiny slit at the very end.

“This, uh…”Faye said as she held it in her left hand, pointing at it with the index finger of her right hand. “Is this a penis?”

“Of course, “Madam Elsie said. “How else would Irving mate?” She started laughing. “I asked that very question of Madam Layla when I bought the place. And let me tell you the story about it.”

“Please do,” Faye said, apparently oblivious now that she was holding Irving’s penis.

“According to Madam Layla, Irving was a very minor demon who went about raping and pillaging. Though judging from the looks of him it was most likely just raping!”

“I can agree with that,” Faye said as looked closer at him and saw very similar appendages to the one she was holding. “He doesn’t have just one penis. He has… two… three… four of them! Four penises? How does he even manage?” At this moment she finally realized she was holding the original penis and let go of it.

“You said four, dear?” Madam Elsie asked.

“Yes,” Faye replied. She lifted the head and counted again. “Yes, four penises.” Did I just say that aloud to myself she thought to herself?

“That’s funny,” the old woman said. “I could have sworn I counted six when I put him in the box.”

“Six penises?” Faye asked.

“That’s what I thought, but my eyesight isn’t what it used to be

“Four’s enough for a party, six is for a gang bang,” Faye thought to herself.

“Look, dear,” Madam Elsie said. I can see that Irving having a penis…”

“Four penises,” Faye said.

“Yes, four penises. I can see that bothers you a little.”

“Just a little.”

“I’ll knock ten dollars off of him. $39 and you can take him home with you.

“I wouldn’t take him for $30. He has multiple penises. I can’t put him out on my front porch for Halloween as a decoration. Kids will be showing up.

Madam Elsie sighed. “You’re a tough cookie, Faye. I’ll go $25 and at that price you’re stealing him from me.”

Faye thought a moment. “What would I do with him. Can I maybe cut the penises off of him? How would he look if I super castration on him?”

“$20,” Faye finally said. “And not a penny more. Plus you give me the box he came in.”

The old woman looked at Faye for several seconds, then at Irving, then back to Faye. “Deal!” she finally said. “But cash, no check or credit card.”

“Done!” Faye said as the two shook hands. She opened her purse and took out her wallet. Taking out a twenty-dollar bill, she handed it over to Madam Elsie.

“You got yourself a bargain, Faye my dear,” the old woman said. “Just promise me you’ll take care of him.”

“He’ll be like one of the family,” Faye said, keeping anything about tentacle removal to herself.

Faye got Irving back into his box, and with a little effort, got him into the back of her SUV. “We’re onto your new home,” Faye said as she pulled out of the parking lot. “Hopefully you’re not equivalent to flushing my twenty dollars down the toilet!”

Once Faye got home, she took the box out of the back of her SUV and carried it inside. When she was in the living room, she set the box onto the sofa. “Damn,” she said, “you seem to be gaining weight! Have to put you on a diet!”

Leaving the box there, she went off to her bedroom. Stripping off her clothes, she went into her bathroom just off her bedroom. She took a quick shower and dried off. Wrapping the towel around herself, she went back out into the living room.

Opening the box up, Faye pulled Irving out and sat him down on the sofa. She then placed the box onto the floor, then sat down on the sofa next to Irving, looking at him.

“What am I going to do with you,” she said. She took one of his penis tentacles in her hand. “I can’t cut these off of you. Yes, it’d make you family-friendly, but I don’t want to emasculate your manhood from you. That wouldn’t be fair.” She took hold of one of his other penises and held it in her other hand, and moved them so they flopped up and down.

“Too bad you aren’t more cuddly, Irving. You have a lot of potential as a nighttime friend.”

Faye set the rubber penises down and sighed. “Here I am talking to a rubber tentacle monster with penises bigger than my last boyfriend’s. I need to get laid!”

She got up and went off to the kitchen. Fixing herself a sandwich and putting it on a plate, she came back into the living room. Grabbing the television remote, she turned the TV on and sat back down next to her new rubber friend.

“So what shall we watch tonight, Irving?” Faye said. “You’re probably not a Lifetime Movies fan I imagine. Monster movies maybe. Or…” She glanced down at his multiple male appendages. “Maybe some erotica? I don’t have any of those channels, sorry about that. Cable is expensive enough already!”

She settled for a comedy movie that had already started. “I’ve seen this a million times, but it’s really good,” she said. “You’ll love it!”

The next ninety minutes passed quickly. Faye ate her sandwich, fixed and drank a cup of tea, and finished watching the movie.

“So what did you think?” she asked her rubber friend. “A classic right? No opinion? Well, it grows on you. Maybe we’ll watch it again.”

She turned the television off and set the remote down on the couch as she got up. “Okay Irving,” she said, “watch whatever you want to watch. If you find yourself getting drowsy, turn the television off. I don’t want to wake up and come in here finding it still on and you sprawled out asleep!”

Faye turned out the light and left the living room. She laughed at herself. “I do need to get laid,” she thought. “When you start talking to rubber toys, you have to be losing your mind!”

She went into her bedroom. Not bothering to turn the light on, she stripped off her towel and slipped into her bed. She stretched out, then rolled to one side.

“Too tired to play with myself,” Faye thought to herself. “Maybe Irving will waddle his way in here and fuck the shit out of me.” She chuckled at the thought. “As if! Maybe I’ll do some naughty things with him in the morning if I wake up early enough. Maybe see what I can do with all of those dicks of his.”

Thinking those thoughts to herself, Faye slowly fell asleep.

*****

It was the touch that brought Faye out of her deep sleep. She was murmuring softly when she felt something lightly caress the bare sole of her right foot, causing it to jerk. “Stop that,” she giggled. “You know I’m ticklish!”

She settled down but then felt something caressing her lower legs. The touches were firm and steady. “Why didn’t you tell me you were horny?” she muttered, her eyes not open, heavy with sleep.

A minute or two passed before she felt the touches again, now caressing her inner thighs, slowly advancing to her womanhood.

“Go much further and you’re going to have to fuck me,” she said softly, a smile forming on her face.

“That’s my intention,” a voice said.

“Good,” she replied, still within the throes of sleep. “I need a good, hard fucking!”

“I’m eager to fuck you, too, the voice said. “We’ll both get what we want then.”

“Yes,” she murmured, “it’s been weeks since I was…” Her voice trailed off and her eyes opened.

Faye tried to get up but found she could barely move. Looking up, she found the reason why.

“Irving!” she exclaimed.

“You were expecting someone else?” he replied.

His large green head, which appeared even larger to Faye than when she saw him earlier, was sitting between her knees. His singular eye was open and bright. A tiny mouth that she hadn’t noticed before was under it. Tentacles stretched out from under him, going in many directions. They had looped around the posts of her bed and then wrapped around her ankles and wrists several times. He had her stretched out spread-eagle, very tightly, leaving her little ability to move.

“Sweet Mother of Mary!” Faye said.

“Mother Mary isn’t here,” Irving replied, “but you did say about wanting to be fucked really bad. That’s good because it means we have a common interest, you and I.”

With that, Faye saw two of his many penises emerge from under him, worming their way slowly to her womanly delta.

“Calm down, Faye,” she thought to herself as she watched the male appendages slowly slither towards her. “You’ve been in tight spots before. You just have to think fast!”

“How did you come alive?” she asked. “You were just rubber not long ago.”

“I was hibernating,” Irving said.

“Hibernating?”

“Yes. Not like creatures that go to sleep. I go into a restive mode, my body cools and hardens, but I’m still mostly aware and can move a little bit.

“And I woke you up?”

“Yes, you did. Coming into a new home like this, I couldn’t wait to come out of hibernation and introduce myself to you.”

“So much for my twenty dollars.”

“I was a bargain,” Irving said. “Not two days before she was asking $200 for me! Can you believe that? She couldn’t get any takers, though.”

“So she knew all along about you!” Faye exclaimed.

“She suspected, but I never revealed myself to her,” he said.

“Why not?”

“She wasn’t my type.”

“No? And what is your type?”

“Hmm,” he said as his eye seemingly leered at her. “Young, thin, fairly tall, very large breasts,” He looked down between her legs. “An ass to die for.”

“You were checking out my ass? While I was sleeping?”

“Of course! You’re such a sound sleeper I was able to give you a very close inspection. Honestly, I was surprised you didn’t wake up.” His mouth stretched into a large grin.

“What a pervert!” Faye said.

“Hey, I’m built for sex,” Irving said, still grinning. “I can’t help it!”

“So what are your intentions? Rape all of my holes?”

Irving sighed. “Rape is such a harsh word.”

“Violate?” Faye countered.

Irving shook his head.

“Force? Non-consensual fucking?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of consensual rough sex!”

“Consensual rough sex? I think there’s a problem with that.”

“Such as?”

“Well,” Faye said, “consensual rough sex, or any kind of sex that is described as consensual implies that all parties involved consent to the sex.”

“That’s exactly right,” Irving said. “Then you agree with my premise?”

“No, I do not agree. One of the parties, myself, does not consent to this.”

“You will.”

“And why would I consent to being raped by you?”

“Rough sex, consensual!”

“Whatever! Why would I consent to it?”

“Because I’ll negotiate with you.”

“Negotiate?” Faye asked.

“Yes,” Irving replied. “I will make you a generous offer. So generous that you won’t even need to make a counteroffer.”

“So you’re going to make me an offer?”

“Yes.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Not really, no.”

Faye looked at Irving. “He likes to talk,” she thought to herself. “If I can only talk him into a corner. I certainly can’t beat him on brute strength. I have to look for an opening.” She sighed.

“Okay,” she said. “What is this generous offer you have for me?”

“So you agree to enter negotiations with me?” he said.

“Sure, why not. What’s the worst that can happen?”

“Wonderful. Let’s begin negotiations right now.” Immediately several thin tendrils emerged from Irving. They quickly slithered down both her legs down to her feet where they began to stroke and caress her bare soles and slide between her toes. This caused her to let out a loud squeal.

“Negotiations have begun and will conclude once you agree to have consensual rough sex with me!” Irving said.

“Damn you,” Faye said as she laughed helplessly. She pulled her legs hard but Irving’s tentacles held her ankles firmly in place, leaving her feet helpless to resist his sadistic tickling.

“Let me know when you have had enough negotiations,” he said.

Faye had enough after about sixty seconds. She realized he would continue until he broke her, so she needed to think of another strategy.

“Enough!” she screamed through gales of laughter. “I give! Uncle! Uncle!”

The tendrils assaulting her feet quickly retracted as fast as they had come out. “I’m happy you agreed to my terms,” Irving said. “You’ll be pleased with my generous offer to you.”

“Offer?” Faye finally said as she caught her breath. “You play dirty, Irving!”

“Dirty? Au contraire, my dear Faye! May I call you Faye?”

“Sure.”

“Excellent! Au contraire, my dear Faye! I just believe in strong negotiations.”

Faye pondered her situation. “I can’t take any more negotiations,” she thought to herself. “If I’m going to be porked by a tentacle monster, at least maybe I can do it on my terms.”

“So what do I get out of this deal, this generous offer of yours?” she asked.

“Orgasms,” he replied.

“I can give myself an orgasm. Can you be more specific?”

“Ah, yes, you can pleasure yourself, and yes make yourself feel good. But there are many kinds of orgasms. I offer many, with heavenly intensity.”

“And how do you create these many heavenly orgasms? Not that I’m against the idea, but I’d like to know how you intend on inflicting these on me.”

“Ah, I love when a woman wants to participate. Let me show you.” One of Irving’s penis tentacles approached her, stopping about three inches from her face. “Now this may look like an ordinary penis.”

“Participate,” Faye thought to herself. “Maybe this is my opening.”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it normal,” Faye said. “For one, it’s green. And two, it’s incredibly long.”

“That’s just appearance,” he said. “If you look past that, it may appear to you to look similar to the male human penis.”

“I’ll give you that. But I suspect there’s more to it under the surface, yes?”

“That’s a very astute observation of yours, Faye. Yes, there is much under the surface. Let me demonstrate.”

As Faye watched Irving’s penis tentacle, her eyes widened as tiny tendrils began to emerge from it around the tip and down its shaft about nine inches. They varied in length from a quarter to one inch in length, all moving, and they all seemed to move independently of one another.

“These little fingers stimulate the human female vagina when my penis is inserted,” he said. “It also works the same when inserted in the human anus. They interact with the nerves and cause direct stimulation with the pleasure center of the human brain. The result is an intense sexual pleasure many times more than you’ve ever experienced.”

“Interacting with the nerves? Is that why your… negotiations… were so intense?” she asked.

“That’s correct. Very observant of you. The nerves in your feet are also very susceptible to the stimulation I provide. It’s a simple matter for me to touch them in a particular way and it made you agreeable to my negotiations!”

“Thank you. While intense multiple orgasms sound intriguing, it also seems like it could be potentially unhealthy!”

“I would never subject you to more pleasure than you could physically handle. I’m able to carefully monitor all of your vital signs, so you would never be in any danger. Physically harming you is the furthest thing from my mind.”

“Well, if you consider raping me not physically harming me, then…”

“I thought we had agreed that this was a consensual liaison? Shall we re-enter negotiations so that I can restate my offer?”

“Oh, no, that won’t be necessary,” Faye said. “Let me ask you this, Irving. This isn’t all a ruse to impregnate me with your offspring?”

Irving laughed. “Of course not,” he said. “Besides, we’re different species, you and I. While I do have sperm in my semen, similar to a human male, it’s harmless and totally incompatible for procreation. So birth control methods will be unnecessary.”

“Okay,” she said. “And you’re not going to implant some seed pods into me so that they burst out of me at some time in the future?”

He laughed. “You’ve been watching too much hentai!” The Japanese give us tentacle monsters such a bad reputation. My semen is quite harmless to human females, and I’m able to produce voluminous quantities of it. Some human females have even commented afterward that my semen was quite pleasing to their palates after they sampled it orally. You’ll have the same opportunity to sample much of it, and I hope you find it just as pleasant as they did.”

Faye thought hard about where she stood with Irving. “It looks like I’m going to get porked by Irving. I can’t take any more of his negotiations, and he appears to be quite horny. I am, too, so I guess it could be worse. I mean, he’s not a bad guy, as far as tentacle monsters go. And he seems eager to please me. It might be fun. Now if I can just balance things a bit in my favor, it may just be tolerable.”

“Say, Irving… is that your real name?” she asked.

“No,” he said. Madam Layla named me Irving after her deceased husband. She said he had only one eye so I reminded her of him. My real name is…” He then uttered a long, unintelligible sound.

“I think we should stick with Irving. So with that out of the way, if we’re going to do this, consensually, of course, I would like to be an active participant.”

“Goody!” he said gleefully, slapping several of his tentacles together in a mild applause. “I’m glad you’re accepting of my generous offer. I knew once we had completed negotiations you would be agreeable. I am most pleased.”

“I don’t want to be passive in this consensual play of ours, so could you maybe unbind me from your grasp?”

“I can’t do that. You might run away!”

“I won’t run away, I give you my word. Besides, even if I did try, I’m certain you’re pretty quick with those tentacles of yours and you could grab me before I got halfway to the door.”

Faye wasn’t 100% positive of this, but everything she’d observed of Irving led her to believe he was quite quick, despite his appearance.

“Hmm… I am rather quick with them,” Irving said. Still, I’m not sure.”

“Can you show me how fast you are?” she asked.

“I could do that I suppose,” he said. “How would you have me demonstrate for you?”

She nodded her head towards the bedroom door in the far corner, which was currently open. “Can you reach that door and close it?” she asked.

“Yes, I can do that very easily,” he said. Without hesitation, a thin tentacle shot out from under his body and streaked across the room. It encircled the doorknob and quickly slammed it shut, and then just as quickly the tentacle slipped back across the room and up into him.

“Wow!” Faye thought to herself. “That’s damn fast. Running off is out of the question. I have to somehow disable him and keep him from catching me. Fighting physically with him isn’t going to work. I’m going to have to be devious about this and look for an opening.”

She nodded towards Irving. “That is fast,” she said to him. “I’m impressed.”

“It’s a natural gift I have,” he said. “I’m not a fast runner, not like you would be. But my tentacles can stretch a great distance with a lot of speed. That makes up for my lack of quick mobility.”

“So you’ll unbind me and let me participate with you?” she asked. “I promise I won’t run away. Besides, you’re too quick for me even if I run as fast as I possibly can.” She despised lying, and chastised others for doing so, but the circumstances she was in were so unusual, she thought this would be an appropriate exception.”

“Well…” he started to say.

“Plus,” she added, “if I try to run away or resist you too much, you can always re-enter us into negotiations.” Faye didn’t want to remind him of this as a possibility, but she suspected he’d do it anyways without any suggestions from her.

“That is a good point,” he said. “My skills at negotiating are not to be trifled with.”

“So, do we have a deal?”

Irving slid a tentacle under his chin as if he was thinking. Faye thought it was oddly human-acting of him. Yes, he was a monster, she thought, but he was quite cordial, all things considered. She didn’t particularly want to have her holes invaded and raped by his multiple penile tentacles, but she did find them oddly erotic. He didn’t seem to have an overt malevolence about him. He seemed to just want to fuck her and go on his merry way. She wanted to prevent that if at all possible. Overpowering him was out of the question. She still needed to find a weakness that she could exploit.

“Yes, I will agree to that,” he finally said. “I’m confident that you can’t escape me. And I’ll hold you to your word that you won’t try.” With that, his tentacles loosened and slid away from her ankles and wrists.

Faye rubbed her wrists as she sat up on the bed. “My wrists don’t feel too worse for wear,” she said.

“And they shouldn’t,” Irving said. “I wasn’t holding you tightly to begin with. You only thought I was.”

“What do you mean?” she asked him.

“Let me demonstrate,” he said. One of his thin tentacles stretched out towards her right hand, stopping a few away from it. “Touch my tentacle. Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you.”

She reached out and touched it, and pressed her fingers on it, before pulling her hand back. “So?” she said.

“Now do it again,” he said. “Just like you did before.” She again reached out and touched his tentacle, and again pressed her fingers against it. But when she pulled her hand back she found she couldn’t move it. Her fingers were stuck to his tentacle. He wasn’t visibly holding her. It was as if she was stuck to a glue trap.

“Now pull as hard as you can,” he said. She did so and could not pull her fingers away from his tentacle.

“How are you doing that?” she asked as she kept on pulling without success. “What did you do?”

“Don’t panic,” he said. “Stop pulling and I’ll show you.” She did as he asked and he said, “Okay, pull again.” She did and her fingers pulled away with ease.

“What did you do?” she asked again.

“It was simple,” he said. “I can change the molecular structure of my skin. Right now you can touch it and it’s just my skin. But I can give it other abilities. One is to make it so objects stick to it like a strong magnet. That’s how I was able to hold you down so easily. My tentacles were barely touching you, but they created the illusion to you that you were being held tight and it wasn’t the case. There’s no reason for me to hold you tightly. You may not believe me when I say this, but I don’t want to cause any physical harm to you. It would distress me greatly if something happened to you.”

“I’m almost touched by your concern for me, Irving,” Faye said. “Your effort in trying to make rape a tolerable experience is impressive!”

“Consensual rough sex,” he corrected with a smile.

“Yes,” she said. “Consensual rough sex.” She sighed to herself as she said this. Yes, her agreement to this was made due to duress, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could stall him as she attempted to find a weakness.

“Consensual,” he said, “in that I didn’t need your input or cooperation at all. As you saw, I could have very easily kept you bound with no say in the matter.”

“So why didn’t you?” she asked.

“You’re different than the other woman I’ve had,” he said. “You’re not afraid of me, or you don’t show any fear. If there is any in you, you hide it well.”

Faye wasn’t sure if she wasn’t feeling fear, or if she was but was, like Irving suggested, hiding it. Perhaps the overall ridiculousness of being held captive by an escapee from a hentai comic was masking any fear she felt.

“Or,” he continued, “I could have made it seem to you that you were a very willing participant.”

“How would you have done that?” she asked.

“One of the other things I can do is emit a very powerful aphrodisiac. It’s odorless, colorless, and very harmless. But it stimulates the human’s desire for sex tenfold in a matter of minutes. Faster if I administered it directly.”

“Directly?” she asked?

“Yes,” he replied. He stretched out one of his tentacles towards her. From the tip, a bubble appeared and quickly grew like a balloon being inflated. It was transparent and soon the size of a large beach ball.

“I just place this over your head. Oh, it’s quite harmless. You then breathe in the aphrodisiac and it quickly fills your lungs, then quickly circulates as it’s much more concentrated. You would very rapidly find yourself unable to resist the desire for sexual satisfaction. If you were bound in my tentacles, you wouldn’t be able to keep me from doing that to you.”

Faye nodded to him as he spoke. “I may have to play his game for a bit,” she thought to herself. “If I can get a little closer to him, maybe he’s hiding or concealing something I can use to my advantage.”

“So Irving,” she said, “let’s see your, uh.. penis.”

He obliged her by extending all six of his penises towards her, stopping within an inch of her.

She frowned. “Are you expecting me to take on all six at once?” she asked.

He smiled. “You seem a capable and eager woman and I wouldn’t mind it.”

“Which one do you want sucked off?” she asked him. All six of his penises remained in place. He had an even bigger grin on his face.

She glared at him. “You’re not helping,” she said. “Which one of your six penises do you want sucked off,” she said, emphasizing the word one.

“You’re no fun,” he said as five of his penises retracted back to and under him.

The remaining penis was still formidable. It stretched over four feet from where it came out from under Irving up to within an inch of Faye. The majority of the length of his penile tentacle was about an inch in diameter. The last twelve inches thickened out more, taking on the appearance of a male penis, complete with bulging veins and a large mushroom-shaped head.

Faye reached out and touched it lightly with her fingertips. It was warm to the touch and felt like human skin. She slowly ran her fingers along its length. She watched as it swelled even bigger, and she could hear him breathing harder. “He’s getting aroused,” she thought. “Maybe this is what I need to do to throw him off, to get him to drop his guard. How many willing women has he had? He’s probably used to forcibly raping them, as opposed to having them a willing partner. Let me see how this plays out.”

She slipped her hand around his thick shaft and look admiringly at his penis. “Hey, Irving,” she said to him. “You’re circumcised! When did that happen? How did that happen?”

“That’s how we’re born,” he said. “We’re different from the human male where our penises, being bigger of course,” he said with a tone of pride,”don’t have foreskin. I think you’ll find it more than satisfying for your lovely mouth!”

“Maybe so,” she said, “but I’m certainly not taking you balls deep!”

“That’s okay,” he said. “Besides, most of my pleasure nerves are centered around the first several inches. I’m confident your mouth and throat will be able to handle the part of me that gives me the maximum in pleasure.”

“That’s comforting to know,” she said as she slowly moved her hand along his penis, beginning a gentle stroking motion. At the same time, she pulled it closer to her, letting her tongue start to lick its underside along its length, up to its most sensitive spot under the head.

Irving didn’t say a word, but let out a long sigh as she did this. She then slipped the head of his long cock into her mouth, gently sucking on its head while her tongue flickered the underside of his member. This made him let out a deeper sigh. She glanced at him. His eye was seemingly glazed over, his breathing slow but deep.

“He’s certainly liking this, yet I’ve barely started,” Faye thought to herself. “Let’s see how he reacts if I pick up the pace on things!”

She began to suck harder on his cock, and drew more of him into her mouth. His penis had an unusual taste to her. It wasn’t unpleasant; rather, it was almost flavorful, like with a hint of sweet fruit to it. She wondered if this was the natural taste of his penis, or if it were another way he could manipulate himself. If so, perhaps he was doing this for her sake. It made sucking on him more enjoyable. Yes, Irving was compelling her to do this under threat of more of his “negotiations”, but he almost struck her as likable. Yes, he was some sort of bizarre creature that she couldn’t wrap her head around, but he had a charm about him that she found appealing.

Faye was bobbing her head on his cock while her hand stroked his hard shaft. Irving was letting out soft moans, obviously enjoying her oral skills. Unexpectedly, she found she was beginning to enjoy this. She felt a tingle between her legs. Sucking on his cock, while pleasing to him, it was also arousing to her. She hadn’t lost focus on finding a way out of his clutches, but it also didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun while she looked for a viable exit to her situation.

“Maybe getting him involved will throw him a little more off-balance,” Faye thought to herself. “Especially if I take charge of things.”

Irving had a big smile on his face, his eye still glazed over. Faye had a steady rhythm of fucking his cock with her mouth, while her hand pumped the lower end of his serpentine member. He was liking what she was doing to him.

She suddenly popped his cock out of her mouth. “You enjoying this Irving?” she asked him.

“Uh, huh,” he responded, sounding almost half asleep. “Feels real good!”

“How about some reciprocation then?” she asked.

“Yeah, recipro… huh? What?” he said, coming out of his oral induced daze.

“Yes,” she replied. “How about you eat my pussy while I finish you off. I’m pretty wet already. Maybe we’ll nut together.”

“Well, I was kind of liking just laying here and enjoying what you were doing. You’re very talented with your mouth I must say.”

“I’m getting horny, too, so it’s time for you to get to work. We’ll get some sixty-nine going and finish each other off.”

“Do I… I mean…”

Irving’s head was still only a few feet from her between her legs, easily reachable by her. “Look, this is what we’re going to do,” Faye said to him. “Either you put your face into my pussy and start eating, or I’ll sit on your face and you’ll eat me that way. Which is it going to be?” With that, she put his cock back into her mouth and began sucking and bobbing her head on it. She only did this for a few seconds before popping him back out of her mouth. “Well, what’s it going to be?”j

He had a confused look on his face when she confronted him with the choice. “I… uh…” he stammered.

Faye suddenly dropped his penile tentacle. “Fuck it!” she said. She quickly reached and grabbed Irving’s head by her hands and pulled him in between her legs up within an inch of her naked pussy.

“Open your mouth,” she commanded. Irving had an almost startled look on his face.

“Good,” Faye thought to herself. “He’s not used to being told what to do. Let’s keep it up!”

Irving’s mouth was still closed. He now looked confused as to what to do. Faye glared at him. “Do I have to repeat myself?” she asked with a much more demanding and louder tone. “Open your fucking mouth!”

His mouth slowly started to open, his eye staring at her. He didn’t say a word.

“Good,” she said. She then pulled his head closer and pressed him against her pussy, holding his head against her. “Now eat!” she said.

His tongue immediately slipped into her wet pussy, slithering about like one of his tentacles, eliciting a deep moan from her. “I was hornier than I thought I was,” Faye thought to herself. “It’s a good thing he didn’t use his aphrodisiac on me. I’d be a wet mess by now!”

She let go of his head, grabbed hold of his cock, and started sucking on it again. He let out a moan that vibrated on her pussy, but he kept licking, his tongue working deeper into her.

“Mmmm” she moaned on his cock as she sucked it. “Damn, he’s good,” she thought. “This is going to be more fun than I imagined.” She leaned back, her head soon resting on her pillow. She pistoned his cock in and out of her mouth, wondering how long she would have to milk him before he would have an orgasm.

Faye’s orgasm was certainly on the way. In addition to Irving’s tongue squirming throughout her pussy, he had slipped two thin tentacles which both began to gently rub her swollen clitoris. She let out a deep moan when he did this. “Fuck, that feels good!” she mumbled on the cock in her mouth. It made her suck him harder. His long snaky cock was slick with her saliva, it slid in and out of her mouth effortlessly.

She found herself enjoying his oral skills. She was enjoying them too much she thought. It just felt so good, and she wanted more.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth. “Irving,” she said, “can you play with my boobs?”

He popped his head up from her pussy. “Of course,” he said. “You only have to ask.”

“I’m asking,” she said.

His head went back down between her legs and continued eating her. At the same time, three tentacles came up on either side of her body from him and began caressing and playing with her breasts. Her nipples were already hard from his pussy eating and were aching for attention. The touch of his tentacles caused her to moan as she pulled his cock back into her mouth.

The tentacles played with her tits, fondling them, occasionally pinching her nipples. All the while he kept eating her pussy. He was obviously skilled at lovemaking.

Faye found herself moaning constantly on Irving’s cock. She struggled to keep the focus on sucking him. It would be too easy to lay back and get lost in the pleasure that he was inflicting on her. He was going to make her cum, and it would be soon. If she only knew how close he was!

He was close. Very close. She felt a vibration in his cock. And she heard him moan. It was an odd moan. It started low, but then the pitch went up and became almost like a chirping sound. He hadn’t stopped eating her pussy or playing with her boobs, but he had slowed a bit, and he seemed a bit uncoordinated than he was just a few minutes earlier.

Then he confirmed it. His head pulled away from her pussy. “I’m going to…” he said. “I’m…” Then he broke into his odd chirping sound.

Faye readied her throat, relaxing it as she pulled his cock slightly back in her mouth. Her tongue flickered on the underside of his dick, teasing him in a final effort to make him nut. She wasn’t sure how much cum he’d pump into her, or even what it might taste like, but she’d take as much as she could.

Irving let out a deep moan. Immediately his cock erupted in Faye’s mouth. A thick stream of his semen flooded her mouth and she quickly started to swallow. His cock jerked and another blast of semen filled her mouth. Then another. And yet another. She swallowed as each burst occurred. His semen had a sweet taste to it, not unlike the fruity taste his cock had. She would wonder later if they were somehow related. At the moment she was too focused on swallowing his cum which kept pumping out from him. She had been with heavy cummers but he was the heaviest. Then again, he was the most unusual lover she had.

She swallowed as rapidly as she could, but she wasn’t getting down as much as he was ejaculating into her mouth. His spurts seemed to be heavier. How much cum did he have inside of him?

Faye prided herself on her oral skills and men were impressed by her swallowing skills, but she found herself unable to handle Irving. One spurt too many caused her to gag. He was drowning her with cum. She pulled his cock out of her mouth as she coughed on the last burst of semen that had filled her mouth. Another burst shot out, splatting onto her face. A half dozen more spurts erupted from him, covering her face before the eruptions slowed down until his semen was just slowly dripping from his cock. His once hard cock was going limp, laying across her body.

She had overcome the gagging and was spooning off the semen from her face and feeding it to herself. She was a little disappointed she could handle all of it, but having the cum within easy reach was somewhat of a consolation prize.

“Damn, you’re a heavy cummer,” Faye finally said to Irving. “You must have drained your balls on me!”

He chuckled. “One set at least. I do have five more,” he said.

“That’s right, you do,” she said. “Mind if I feel them?”

He suddenly became apprehensive. “I don’t know,” he said.

“Why?” she asked. “Does it hurt if they’re just touched? I assume they’re sensitive like a man’s balls if they’re squeezed too tight.”

“Yes, they are sensitive and they can be hurt like a human male’s testicles can be,” he said.

“Does it feel good if someone nicely touches them?” she asked.

He didn’t say anything at first but finally nodded.

“May I touch them?” she asked. “I won’t hurt you, I promise,” she said.

He looked at her for a moment. He then lifted himself a bit. “Follow the penile tentacle with your hand,” he said. “Work your way under me and you’ll feel them.”

Faye smiled as her hand felt its way along his tentacle and then underneath him. She felt something. She couldn’t see it but it felt like a set of testicles. She gently touched them with her fingertips, causing him to let out a sigh.

“Is this them?” she asked. He nodded in affirmation. She continued to lightly caress them. “Are they always this sensitive after you’ve orgasmed?” she asked.

He nodded. “They’re sensitive throughout all of my arousal,” he said, “but they become more so right after I have an orgasm. It’ll be several minutes before they’re back to normal.”

Faye pondered this. She was half-tempted to squeeze his balls hard. She suspected it would inflict terrible pain on him. Yes, she had promised not to hurt him, but she did feel some justification due to the situation that Irving had placed her in.

On the other hand, she was growing to like this unusual creature. She suspected he didn’t let too many of his female victims get this close to him. And this led her to wonder if he had any other sensitive spots on his body. She moved her hand to one side of his body. He had one set of testicles, but she knew he had more. He watched her closely, holding his breath as she felt him, but didn’t do anything to stop her.

And she found them. The balls were heavy as she cupped them in her hand. He let out another sigh as she touched them.

“Feel good?” she asked.

“Mmmhmm,” he replied.

“So his balls are on the edges of him, right next to his penile tentacles,” Faye thought to herself. “I wonder what further in. Let’s see.” The skin at the base of the balls was smooth, almost slick. She wondered if it became moist when he became aroused.

Irving’s breathing was heavy as her hand and fingers moved. “He’s really turned on by this,” she thought to herself. “I wonder where else he’s sensitive.” She continued to move her fingers across his smooth skin. As she moved away from his balls, he then jumped suddenly, pulling away from her. It startled her slightly, but it seemed he was the one more surprised. She saw that he appeared to be shaking slightly.

“Did I hurt you?” Faye asked him. “I didn’t mean to.”

Irving shook his head. “No, not hurt,” he said. “I’m just… very sensitive there.”

“Really?” she thought to herself. “I wonder how sensitive, and why.”

“Does it feel good when you’re touched there?” she asked him.

He didn’t say anything, but to Faye, he seemed to be blushing. His normal green color seemed to be shifting. She smiled.

“It does feel good, doesn’t it?” she asked. “Better than other spots?”

Irving still didn’t say anything but was blushing even more. Faye wondered what could make him so sensitive and how was it making him feel. She had an idea.

“You’re not ticklish there, are you?” she asked.

He shook his head slightly. “No, not ticklish,” he said slowly. “It’s my…” He paused for a moment, then said “It’s my very sensitive spot.” He was embarrassed, Faye thought. She wondered what he was hiding. Then she had another idea. She grinned

“I think I know what it is,” Faye said. Irving looked at her nervously. “That’s where your boy pussy is, isn’t it?”

He began to turn a bright crimson. A look of shame crossed his face as he looked away from her.

“So cute,” she thought. “I wonder if he’s a virgin there?”

Faye smiled at him. “Don’t be embarrassed,” she said to him. “Is it a bad thing that you’re sensitive there?”

Irving didn’t say anything at first, as if composing himself. He finally broke his silence. “It does feel good when I’m touched there. Really good. So good I… lose control of myself.”

“Really?” Faye thought to herself. Then she said to him, “When you say lose control, do you get really excited. Do you orgasm harder, or maybe quicker?”

He nodded. “It feels really good, so good. I cum hard and fast, and I produce much more semen that way.”

“More than when I just made you cum?” she asked. He nodded.

“A lot more,” he said. “It does feel good, but it’s… so exhausting.”

“Now I need to have his boy pussy!” she thought to herself. “But to get, I’ve got to give.”

She smiled at him. “I won’t touch your boy pussy unless you want me to. Is that a deal?”

He nodded slowly, blushing a little less.

“But you do owe me an orgasm,” she said. “You promised me heavenly orgasms and the only one of who’s cum so far is you. I think it’s my turn now!”

Irving seemed to have gotten back to his normal self. “Forgive me,” he said. “I seemed to have gotten distracted and have not given you the proper attention. I will commence with eating your pussy again!”

Faye shook her head. “That was good for starters, but I’ve calmed down and I need more.” It was true. While she had quite aroused by his earlier oral work on her pussy, the distraction of orgasm and the discussion of his boy pussy put her back to square one. She was still wet, but she needed something to reignite her. She was horny and frustrated and ready for more.

“Then what are you craving?” he asked. “I’m ready to please you in any way you can imagine, and maybe some ways you can’t.”

“No need for getting exotic on me,” she said. “I just want you to fuck me. I think you can manage that, can’t you?”

“I can more than manage it,” he said. “If you just want to be fucked, of course.”

“Yes, I want to be fucked,” she said. “I want you to fuck me. Will you please fuck me?”

Irving suddenly had a big grin on his face. “That’s what I’ve been waiting all night to hear,” he said happily. “I knew getting you to participate would put you into the proper mood!” Without warning, several tentacles shot out from him, encircling Faye, pressing her arms close to her body. Two other tentacles came out and slipped around each of her ankles and spread her legs apart.

She struggled within the tentacles but knew she couldn’t escape, knowing that he could glue them to her with ease. “Hey,” she said. “I thought I was participating in this. How am I supposed to do that with you holding me like this?”

“Oh, but you are participating my dear Faye,” Irving said. “You asked me to fuck you. In fact, you practically begged me to fuck you just a moment ago when you said please.” He pulled her so she was suspended upright. Her arms pressed tight against her. Her legs he spread wide apart. She glanced up and was grateful that she had high ceilings in her bedroom.

“So is this your idea of fucking?” she asked.

“Oh, yes,” he said. “It’s the very epitome of fucking!” He then stretched his head up to where he was facing her, barely an inch from her face. “Because it’s time for consensual rough sex,” he said with an evil look.

“I thought we had gotten past that,” she said.

“Oh, no,” he said. “We’re not past it. In fact, we’re going to begin it. It’s going to start and end with me fucking the living shit out of you!”

“You wouldn’t want to settle for another blow job, would you?” she asked.

Irving chuckled. “As wonderful as your oral skills are, they pale in comparison to what you’re going to feel when my cock begins to penetrate your pussy!” As if on cue, one of his penile tentacles emerged, thick and hard. It stopped an inch short of her pussy. Then another tentacle, much thinner, slipped from him. Faye watched as it encircled his penis and began to stroke it.

“I want to make sure it’s nice and hard for you,” he said as he slowly masturbated himself.

“This is a gamble,” Faye thought to herself. “I wasn’t expecting him to bind me. This might literally blow up in my face!”

“How considerate of you to prepare it for me,” she said.

“I have considered everything,” he said. “Normally I just fuck the women I have. Several times, of course!”

“Of course,” she said.

“But you’re special and different, so you’re going to get an extra special fucking from me.”

“Oh, you don’t have to go to any extra trouble for me.”

“Oh, but I do, I do,” Irving said. “I’m not only going to fuck you. You’re going to cum hard, probably harder than you’ve ever cum before!”

“That’s a plus!” Faye said.

“But before you cum, you’re going to scream my name!” he said. “Not just once, but several times. You’ll scream it loud and vigorously!”

“You sound sure of yourself,” she said.

“Oh, I am,” he replied. “You’re not only going to scream my name, but you’re also going to beg me to let you cum!”

“Now you’re just being full of yourself,” she said.

“You think so?” he replied. “I have many abilities, as I’ve shown you.”

“Yes, you certainly do have some amazing qualities about yourself,” she said.

“One of the better ones I haven’t told you about,” he said. “Shall I tell you about it now?”

“Please do.”

“One of my many talents is the ability to suppress the female orgasm. It’s quite easy for me to deny you sexual release. I can stimulate you incessantly and hold you right at the edge of your climax. It’s amazing in humans how that moment right before orgasm feels. Imagine that moment stretched out indefinitely. The pleasure becomes excruciatingly torturous. Humans will say or do anything to gain the release of an orgasm. You screaming my name several times will be a minor capitulation, but you will do it.”

“Bastard!” Faye had been subjected to orgasm denial by past lovers. She would even edge herself occasionally during masturbation. Irving’s methods sounded much more harrowing. How much would he subject her to? How much could she withstand?

“I think we’re about there,” he said. He had continued to gently play with his penile tentacle while they discussed the manner of her fucking. She looked down at it, barely an inch from her pussy. The mushroom-shaped head was large and swollen. The shaft underneath was long and thick. It was much bigger than the cock she had sucked on earlier. He was going to stretch her wide. She wondered how pleasurable it was going to be.

She didn’t have long to wait. His penis moved and pressed against her pussy lips, making a slight indent. Another push and the large head disappeared within her. She let out a soft moan. He had her legs spread wide, so it slipped in with ease. Still, she was breathing heavily, somewhat nervous as to what was to follow.

The cock tentacle pushed deeper inside of her. The feeling of the thick head felt good as it slid up through her pussy, yet it kept going deeper. How far was he going to go?

It was getting tighter as he went deeper. There was some pain, but it was a euphoric type. She almost wished he could go deeper.

Then he slipped his cock back, almost to the entrance of her hole, then back in again. The fucking had begun and she was going to experience his deviousness first hand.

“How does that feel Faye?” Irving asked her. “Do you like it?”

She nodded. “Yes, it feels good.” She had no problem admitting it. It did feel good. She would be content if he just did this and made her cum. But she knew he had other plans.

“Good,” he said. “Let’s make it feel better, shall we?” With that, she felt something inside of her. Something new. It was caressing and tickling the walls of her pussy. The normal pleasure she was feeling suddenly amped up within her.

“Do you like this?” he asked. “Those are my tendrils I showed you earlier. As I explained, they can add intense pleasure to you, many times more than the average human penis can do to you during intercourse. Let’s have a demonstration, shall we?”

As his serpentine cock slid in and out of her, she felt her pussy throbbing hard. It felt as if a hundred tiny fingers were playing with it, only better. It felt better than if she were playing with herself, or if she had a vibrator inside of her. It was an intense pleasure she had never felt before. It was an exquisite feeling.

“Oh, fuck!” she moaned. She felt like she would cum almost instantly. But that instance came and went. And yet the pleasure grew.

“This is just a sample,” he said. “Remember, my dear Faye, you cum when I say you can. And only when you beg me to let you cum. And only when you scream my name.”

“Damn, you,” she said.

He laughed. “Let’s double the pleasure, shall we?” As his cock was fucking her, its tendrils torturing her with intense pleasure, she felt something new. Something was pressing against her pussy. She looked down to see the source of this pressure, and she saw it immediately. It was a second penile tentacle, as big and as thick as the one inside of her. It was pushing against her pussy, trying to force itself in.