Thalassophobia Pt. 01

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy this story of nonconsensual/dubiously consensual/rough sex. All characters are 18 years or older. Comments and ratings are always welcome and much appreciated.

This is the story of Sonya. A woman with a thirst for adventure that ultimately gets her into trouble.

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Sonya, 28

Their boat whizzed over the water as the team of divers trekked out, far from shore, toward the site of a decades-old shipwreck. The day was crisp and chilly, but none of them felt uncomfortable in their specialized wetsuits. The smallest of them, a mahogany-skinned woman with mesmerizing amber eyes and short-cropped, tight black curls, looked over the edge of the vessel excitedly. She watched her reflection blur past the upset waters. A smile split her full, pink lips.

This would be Sonya's first deep-sea dive. The first time she'd enter the world of technical diving to descend lower than forty meters. She'd undergone extensive training and certifications for just this moment.

Thrill after thrill, Sonya found she constantly needed more. It wasn't enough to jump out of a plane, to swim with dolphins, or to go scuba diving. She had to push the limits--to leap from taller heights than recommended, to swim with sharks, and to dive dangerous depths. The way her heart raced and her mind would go perfectly still... it was meditative and exposed the true nature of what it was to be alive and free.

The only activity she'd participated in that she hadn't enjoyed was spelunking because she found it so boring. Almost as boring as the ex-boyfriend who had suggested it.

But the ocean? There was endless beauty and adventure to be had there. They say humans know more about space than the ocean, and that sense of mystery drew Sonya's interest even more. Not that she would turn down a trip to space if that chance ever arose.

Of course, her try-anything-once attitude had its drawbacks. She was almost thirty and just learning not to apply it to every man she took a fancy to. Some days, she thought she had more casual sex partners than the ocean had divers.

She checked to confirm her dive computer was on her wrist for the dozenth time as they approached their destination. It was just after eight AM, and she had forty-eight hours of battery life remaining. She was the first to start equipping all her gear as their boat slowed to a halt, and was the first one in the water after the shotline was dropped.

The cold water rushed over her, and she experienced a sense of weightlessness as she submerged. Rodrigo and Janice were after her. There was a group of six going down, and Sonya found she couldn't bring herself to wait for them.

Swimming ahead, she followed the corded line into the deep. The lower she went, the colder it became, and the more subtle pressure she felt in her lungs. It was a strange sensation in her chest, while her body still felt so light.

Her headlamp cast a faint light across the ship's surface, far below and covered with a thick layer of algae.

She was about thirty meters down when the effects of nitrogen narcosis set in, making her feel dreamy and relaxed, like she'd had a bit too much to drink. All she could hear was the sound of her breathing and rhythmic heartbeat. Sonya dove further until she reached the ship's outer hull and caressed it with her fingertips.

Laughter bubbled up in her chest, another effect of the narcosis. She'd experienced it once or twice before and knew she could keep a level head as long as she stayed aware of her symptoms. It wasn't unpleasant, though it carried dangers, like making one overconfident and impairing mental acuity.

Knowing that, she waited to penetrate the wreckage until the group caught up, maintaining her depth and prepping her guide line. Listening to the sounds of the peaceful ocean pressing on her eardrums, she took in her surroundings. Except for the wreckage, she could see nothing but uninterrupted cloudy blue. She marveled at how small and insignificant she felt in that watery expanse.

Once she got inside the ship, she'd find a whole ecosystem of hidden lives. She'd explored wrecks at higher depths before and found local fauna like they were in a seek-and-find, sometimes startling both her and the animal before she snapped a quick photo and moved along.

Sonya was checking her dive computer and gas levels when the light overhead flickered as though something swam above her.

As she looked upward, she saw Janice flailing above, and a sense of unease crept up through the mild narcosis she was experiencing. Out of her peripherals, she saw the flash of movement again. She twisted around to see it, but was too slow. Then, she felt the water shift behind her.

Was it a shark circling? How had it gotten so close so quickly? Remaining calm but alert, she whipped around only to be overtaken by a cloud of black ink. Long, powerful tentacles latched onto her face, wrapping around her head and pushing under her dive mask, allowing the sting of salt water into her eyes before she shut them tightly and trapped herself in darkness. She felt the suction cups cling to her sparse, bare skin.

Panicking at the sudden attack, she thrashed as the creature grabbed onto her flailing arms with what felt like large hands that forced her limbs tight against her body. It pulled her close to a firm mass, and more tentacles wrapped around her petite form. She felt herself being dragged down, and the pressure in her lungs burned.

Her consciousness started to slip away as she was dragged deeper, and she had the feeling of the water warming as it raced past her before she slipped away.

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Sonya was on a hard, wet surface when she awoke in complete darkness. She bolted upright, touching her face to check for damage and finding none she could feel. Her oxygen mask was missing, but her tanks were still strapped to her body. Her suit, on the other hand, felt ripped at the neck down to her small breasts. The air, wherever she was, felt warm and heavy against her skin, but it was breathable. A blessing. She shed her oxygen tanks, not wanting the extra weight on her.

Reflexively, she looked to her dive computer and hit the button to activate the backlight. It wasn't enough to light her environment, but it was enough to see the time and how much battery she had left.

It was four PM, and Sonya only had forty hours of battery left. She'd lost eight hours.

Quelling her rising panic, she hit the buttons to check other measurements, like depth and dive time, but found that her machine appeared to be broken. The other tabs either had no readings or, in the case of her compass, the arrow to indicate direction was missing entirely.

Grimly, she set about exploring her surroundings.

She felt around in that oppressive darkness. In front of her, she felt her hand slip into warm water. She couldn't feel the bottom as she reached down. Retreating, she got to her hands and knees and crawled in the opposite direction, one hand groping ahead of her. Eventually, she felt her hand connect with damp, jagged rock.

She was in a cave. Something had brought her to a cave.

Sonya followed the wall in one direction, until she came to the end of the floor and more water, making her retreat. Looking for an escape anywhere she could find it, she searched as high and low as she could reach along the wall as she went.

She stopped dead when she heard the unmistakable sound of the water's surface breaking and something hitting the stone floor. Sonya stood statue-still, facing the wall, praying that whatever it was couldn't see her, as she couldn't see it.

Whatever it was, it sounded like it was moving closer. Unfamiliar fear festered in her chest as she waited, not even daring to breathe, hoping it would return to the water.

That hope was short-lived.

A vice-like grip around her leg tugged her in the direction she had just walked away from, towards the water's edge.

Moving quickly, she kicked with her free leg. It was snatched by the ankle, toppling her to the floor and bruising her ass. She struck out with her fists as a tentacle wrapped around her face.

A loud, keening cry of protest filled the cave and Sonya's ears, setting her soul on edge at the inhuman screech. Its weight was on her then, bearing down on her and tearing at her equipment.

Terrified and unable to see her assailant, Sonya wildly fought the creature on top of her, but it managed to somehow pin her down at each arm and pull at her wetsuit.

"Noooo," she wailed, only to be choked as a tentacle snaked its way into her mouth and down her throat.

More slimy tentacles wiggled their way into her torn-open wetsuit, caressing her little tits and twisting around her dark brown nipples, smearing a viscous liquid over her skin. As much as she could while they were pinned down, she moved her forearms to push at the weight on top of her.

It felt her continued resistance and screeched its displeasure once more, writhing on top of her, grinding her body into the hard ground. Sonya wailed and gagged around the tentacle forcing its way down her gullet. She bit down, only for more tentacles to swarm around her head and squeeze her tightly before slamming her into the floor in swift punishment. However, it did retreat enough to allow her to breathe.

Her mind spun as her body went limp from the pain that flashed in her skull. Hands moved over her breasts and tore at her wetsuit, stripping her torso completely bare. Sharp nails bit into her bare flesh, making her squeal around the mass still exploring her throat. Sonya concentrated on quelling her gag reflex to keep from vomiting around the intrusion while she swallowed down the strange liquid coating it.

Something she identified as the feeling of smaller, thinner tentacles tickled her lower stomach and pushed into the bottom of her clinging suit, intertwining with the border of her bush. This brought on renewed efforts of resistance from Sonya, even as she felt a heat building in her lower belly and a slickness between her thighs.

As easily as it had pinned her down, it wrested the remains of her wetsuit from her body, still holding her down with large hands gripping her upper arms.

Her naked form pushed to the warm floor, Sonya felt tears escaping her eyes as tentacles tweaked her nipples and slipped between her legs to stroke her hairy pussy lips. She closed her legs as tightly as she could. A grumbling sound came from the creature above her as it wrenched open her thick thighs with an impossibly strong grip, flattening her.

How many hands does it have? She wondered, horrified at the realization.

She was even more petrified when she realized that as it was grinding against her, she felt something hard leaving a wet trail on her abdomen to her mons. She could feel small bumps on it, and... there felt like more than one?

Garbled words of protest erupted from Sonya around the tentacle in her mouth. She could only wriggle helplessly as it steadily improved its aim, stroking lower and lower until it was caressing its wet hardness up and down her slit instead of her belly. The second stiff appendage trailed wetness along her puckered brown star, making her flinch.

It pitched forward, slipping between her pussy lips and then going still once its tip kissed her entrance. Spread open beneath the beast, Sonya cried out as she was pierced, not just in front, but a simultaneous intruder penetrated her sphincter, just as wide, if not wider, than the hard thickness spearing her cunt.

Groaning as she was stretched wide and still getting throat-fucked by a large tentacle, Sonya felt inch after brutal inch descend into her hot depths. Nubs on the cocks inside her pressed against her pussy and anal walls, massaging them as the creature shifted its hips back and forth, pulling out of her ever so slightly only to plunge deeper into her sopping-wet cunt, burning with need even as it ached. Her asshole was similarly hungry and lubed up by the thing's copious secretions, making its entrance in her backdoor, certainly not easy, but easier than it would be dry.

After excruciating moments of prolonged agony, it worked its way all the way inside, pressing flush against her pelvis with its smooth skin. It was bottomed out in her cunt, its cocktip--for she finally had to admit to what it was--pressing forcefully against her cervix. The other cock, thicker and longer, stretched her ass delectably. More than she'd ever done on her own with her toys, bigger than any partner she'd allowed inside her backdoor, and long enough to touch the bend in her intestines.

Putting more weight on where she was pinned so that she was laid even flatter and spread wider on the floor, it pulled almost all the way out of her, leaving just its tapered prick heads inside each of her holes. A massive cramp in her ass and a guttural cry straight from her throat registered before she understood what had happened. It was pulling out and slamming all the way into her with as much force as it could muster, stretching her on its thick shafts.

It was raping her holes.

And her body loved it.

Her cunt was soaked and squelching loudly as it clung to the invading cock plunging her love tunnel. Her slutty asshole was no better, convulsing on the massive prick turning her star into a circle. Both her holes were memorizing the bumpy rods slam-fucking them.

Sonya's eyes rolled back into her skull. The overwhelming pleasure of her tits being yanked and suctioned by tentacles, the feeling of her pussy being raped, and her asshole violated sent her over the edge.

Body shaking, tightening, and loosening all at once, she squirted from her tight, little cunt, wetting the beast rutting on top of her. Her holes squeezed and milked the lumpy cocks inside her, begging for their cum to fill her up.

Sonya's groans of pain had long since changed to moans of mind-boggling delight, and they continued on as such while it gripped her tightly, bruising her, and roared loudly as its cocks lurched inside her. It erupted, filling her cunt and asshole with hot fluid, shot after thick shot.

She could feel it overflowing in her cunt and leaking down past her occupied pucker. Her belly rumbled a complaint as it unloaded deep in her asshole, painting her colon.

It withdrew all but the tip of its tentacle from her mouth, which it entwined around her tongue, stroking it leisurely as she moaned against her will.

It released her arms, but kept her legs spread wide. Big hands squeezed her puffy tits, pulling hard at her tender nipples and massaging her tit-flesh.

"Pwease no moe," Sonya implored around the obstruction in her mouth. If the creature understood her, it didn't care. She reached out to push the thing above her, her hands meeting cool, rubbery skin.

Even though she could feel its cocks softening inside her, it started to thrust, uncomfortably filling her as it regained its rigidity slowly after emptying inside her so recently. Its lower tentacles found her clit and worked her engorged nub while it continued to rape her.

"I don wan ih! Pwease! Sop!" Her cries seemed to encourage it, if anything. It grew fully tumescent in no time and was jackhammering her, slamming into her cervix and bruising the seldom-touched barrier inside her.

How long it fucked her was a mystery, but how many times she came wasn't.

Thrice more, it wrung orgasms from her.

The most shameful of which occurred when it pierced her only untouched private place with a small tentacle.

At first, it tickled her urethra lightly, teasing it a smidge. Sonya hadn't expected it and couldn't prepare for it. It was already happening in that ever present darkness. It was inside. Forcing its way into a place that wasn't meant to stretch, it burned frighteningly.

Sonya screamed and started hitting the mass above her, prompting it to grab her wrists and pin them above her head. It stopped thrusting its cocks into her, leaving her feeling stuffed full in the holes she was familiar with. Her urethra, though, continued to get fucked by the little tentacle working its way deep inside. It felt wrong, but also like there was a building pressure underneath her clit from the inside.

Once it found a rhythm, it started moving its cocks, all three appendages leaving her at one time before slamming back inside to fill her up in ways she'd never even imagined.

The tentacle pushed into her bladder until she couldn't control herself. Urine burst forth from her as she climaxed, squirting piss and cum onto the creature as it fucked her stupid.

Finally, it came inside her again after what felt like hours, leaving her body sore and battered.

She collapsed backward onto the floor as it finally dismounted from fucking her. She heard it slide back into the water. Her cunt, asshole, and pisshole were wet and burned with the need to be penetrated further, her body craving more, despite how dead-tired she was. Delirious with need, but physically unable to move further, Sonya passed out.

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When she awoke, the first thing a traumatized Sonya did was vomit, overwhelmed by memories of her assault and her body's repeated betrayal.

Shoving those thoughts away to deal with another time, the second thing she did was check her dive computer.

Thirty-five hours left. Nine PM.

Getting to work, she rose on shaky legs, gasping when she felt the strange tickle of fluids flowing out of her cunt and gaped asshole down her thighs. It was distractingly slick between her legs as she walked along the wall of the cave, again feeling for an exit.

Sonya listened closely for any disturbances as she searched, dreading another encounter with the creature. She needed to find a way out before it came back to ravish her once more.

The longer it took her to find any escape, the more Sonya had to fight her budding terror. She'd spent so much of her life feeling absolutely fearless that she found the best she could do with those new feelings was to push them down to try to ignore them, though her racing heart and sweaty palms were difficult to overlook.

Relief washed over her when she felt a sudden breeze and followed it to a hole in the wall at the height of her belly button. Bending over, she experimentally traced the outside of the hole, judging its size mentally without the benefit of vision, before sticking her arm inside and turning on the backlight on her dive computer. The minuscule light illuminated the tiny space enough for Sonya to judge that she could fit.

She couldn't fit on her hands and knees; she had to belly-crawl inside, her bare skin scraping on the wet, coarse stone.

Almost immediately, she felt rock pressing on both her stomach and back, flattening her body. She could feel the air flowing through the passage, but what if the exit was too narrow? What if she was trapping herself in the dark, unable to move?

Considering turning back, she heard an ear-piercing shriek from behind as the beast came looking for her. It found the tunnel and made a scraping sound at the entrance, distressed cries bouncing off the stone in the confined space, making the creature sound disturbingly close. She felt the wet tip of a tentacle wrap around her big toe in an effort to pull her back.

Trying not to panic, struggling to control her breathing, she worked her way through the increasingly tight space and further away from her captor. The passage was so tight, she had to turn her head to the side to fit and forcibly exhale her breath to make her chest smaller to continue onward.

For the first time in her life, she was grateful she didn't have a big ass. If she were any thicker, she'd have been stuck permanently. Or worse, she could have been close enough to the entrance for the creature to retrieve.

With her rapist at her back and uncertainty before her, Sonya pressed on. Going very slowly and feeling before her for any potential blockages or bends in the path, she found herself praying. Her mom would be pleased with her suddenly finding Jesus, though she'd not want the circumstances to be what they were.

Cuts and scrapes on her sensitive nipples, belly, back, and ass made her wince as she navigated her way through. With careful positioning and deliberate movements, she crawled until she felt the breeze pick up and saw a dim light far ahead. Determinedly, she wedged and scooted herself along, ignoring the pain and apprehension in her gut.

There was no widening to the passage. It simply ended, leading to a huge cavern that finally allowed Sonya to breathe easily as she crawled out of the hole in the wall. The cavern was blessedly lit by an opening far, far above that allowed moonlight to beam in. It wasn't much, but after being trapped in the pitch dark for over twelve hours, it was enough to make Sonya fall to the ground and sob with gratitude.

When she was calm again, she was grateful to be alone, if only because no one had seen her break down. Even unattended, she was embarrassed by her behavior. She usually had more poise under pressure. Taking a moment to collect herself, she surveyed her new surroundings.

The circular room was large, maybe half the size of a football field, with a pool of water in the middle that glittered silver in the peaceful light. The cavern was littered with stalactites and stalagmites.

Following the room's edges, she found a large crack far away from where she'd entered, leading to a smaller room. The moonlight didn't reach inside, but the space glowed as the walls were covered in some kind of radiant green and blue bioluminescent substance. Unlike the main room, which had a hard, stone floor like the dark room she'd been in, the glowing room had a floor of soft sand. She wiggled her toes in the warm grains.

It was midnight, according to her dive computer. Thirty-two hours left of battery life.

She lapped the cave once, twice, three times, and found no exit except where she'd entered from. The clear pool, shallow at the edges and deeper at the middle, appeared to lead somewhere. There was a large dark hole in the deep center that she dared not venture through without her diving equipment. Even the thought of it set her hair to stand on end.

At a loss for what to do, Sonya dipped her toes into the pool's warm water, only to stagger back when she saw a figure emerge from the hole in the water's depths. It was massive, almost twice as long as she was tall, and came straight toward her.

She recoiled back from the water, her mind a mess as she struggled to take in the monstrosity that appeared before her. To call it half-man would be inaccurate. Its torso was humanoid, a mixture of black and grey skin, but it bore four long, muscular arms with three clawed fingers and a thumb on each webbed hand. Tentacles ran from its chest to trail down, decreasing in size as they approached its waistline, which turned into a powerful shark-like tail.

It was a horror to behold. Not so much its mass of tentacles covering its lower face or the circular rows of teeth it revealed as they parted--though those were terrifying to see--but the large, malevolent, coal-black eyes that bore down on Sonya. They seemed to pin her to the spot and compel her to remain unmoving.

It whistle-screamed at her, vocalizing displeasure in a way she could feel in her teeth. Afraid, she stayed rooted to the spot. As it heaved its mass across the floor toward her, she felt her bladder release and warm urine run down her leg to pool at her feet.

"M-mommy," Sonya whispered, gaze fixed on those endless black eyes as it towered over her.

At her eye level, right where its humanoid waist met its tail, was a slit from which two bright blue, bumpy cocks slid. One was about an inch larger than the other and girthier. Both were tapered at the tip, leading to fat shafts. She couldn't believe such huge things had been inside her.

And she couldn't let it happen again.

Turning tail, she barely made it a few feet before it seized her around the waist and lifted her off the ground.

"Nooooooo!" she screamed, clawing at the hands that clenched onto her abdomen. It returned the favor by pulling her in tight, squeezing the air out of her. Tentacles wrapped around her neck to exude a soft pressure. It massaged her tits roughly from behind. She kicked and elbowed backward with all her might, making it whistle-scream and shake her violently, jostling her brain as it continued to squeeze her.

It was moving toward the hole she had come from, trying to shove her inside. It wanted her to go back into the darkness. Sonya kept fighting. Even as her vision started to spot from lack of oxygen, she refused to return to the dark.

Squawk-screaming in frustration, it dropped her roughly onto her stomach, stunning and knocking the wind from her. It picked her rag-doll body up completely and carefully tried sliding her back into the cave opening, but found it too small to get her in without her cooperation. Rumbling in annoyance, Sonya could feel the beast's intentions, seeking to punish her for her disobedience. Grabbing each thigh in a large hand and raising her legs, it steadied her with its other two hands around her waist, holding her aloft, then it brutally impaled her holes in one stroke, half-filling her with its enormous cocks. Like the last time, the larger of the two implanted in her puckered hole.

"Stop it!" Sonya demanded, pain mixing with fear. "I don't want this!" But it didn't matter what she wanted. Not to the creature defiling her holes.

The first time it had taken her, it had forced a tentacle in her mouth, and she'd been made to swallow the thick, honey-like substance secreted by the monster's appendages. That second time, it smeared her chest and torso with the fluid as its tentacles groped her body, but kept her mouth free to cry out. She had a sneaking suspicion that swallowing that liquid had contributed to her loss of control before. Without it, her body was responding with much greater difficulty.

That is to say, her second rape was quite a bit more aggressive and painful than her first. And her first had been no picnic.

Most of the leftover fluid from the previous marathon fuck had long since trickled out of Sonya's ass and twat, leaving it to the pre-ejaculate the creature was dripping currently to smooth the entrance for its two broad members. The tapered tips only helped so much as the nubby cocks speared into her intimate places.

Pain rolled through her lower body as it forced its cocks all the way inside her holes, prying open her tight walls. Sonya yowled in anguish as she was violated by the beast, punished with its rough rutting.

"Mommyyyyyy," she bellowed, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as the pace picked up to pummel her insides. Her words were jerky and breathless as they were fucked out of her. "Mom-myyy! Fuuuuck! Save meeee! Somebody! Pleeeeease!"

Suction cups pulled at her tit-flesh mercilessly, hardening her brown nipples to diamonds. More tentacles traced down her body to find her neglected clit. They slicked their slimy fluids over her mons and her clit, making her legs twitch and her body jump in unwanted pleasure. But when a suction cup settled over her bundle of nerves and started to pull, she felt jolts of electricity up her spine.

Sonya's holes were saturated with pre-cum and allowed the nubby cocks to slam in and out of her cunt and ass with ease. It still hurt and filled her up to the brim, but she couldn't deny the building arousal budding up inside her. Continuing to babble and call for a savior, Sonya was used by the creature as a human Fleshlight, a sex toy that it pumped up and down its eager, swollen shafts with abandon.

When she felt a tiny tentacle at her urethra, she panicked, knowing what came next. Trying to wrench her forearms out of the beast's grip, but far and away too weak to do so, she was pierced in her pisshole, the wiggling flesh burrowing into and stretching out her hole with no thought to her waning sanity.

"MOMMYYYYYYY!"

Fighting with a vigor the creature wasn't expecting, she was able to free one of her arms. She immediately reached for the tentacle in her urethra. She tried to grip at the wormy appendage violating her peehole, but it was slick and constantly moving. The beast responded by grabbing her throat and craning her neck back to look into its eyes. Two tentacles pushed into her mouth, dancing with her tongue and coating it in that sweet liquid. She swallowed some reflexively, but tried to stop as she felt her body warm right away and her pussy swell with increased blood flow.

Angry and indignant, Sonya bit down hard, making the tentacles retreat, allowing her to spit fluid up into her attacker's face. It startled, its eyes looking perplexed before they sharpened with fury.

It pulled its cocks from her, leaving her feeling empty and sore. She didn't have to get used to it for long. Twisting her around so that she was facing its monstrous form, the beast sank its cocks back inside her holes, the bigger, nubbier one in her asshole again. Immediately, a small tentacle embedded itself in her urethra as well.

"Fuck! Ah! Not in my peehole again! Noooooo!"

It didn't stop her from impotently wrestling with the tentacle that was taking increasing liberties with her pisshole, boring into her bladder and caressing the orifice tantalizingly. It was going deeper than before, stretching her hole wider and massaging the inside with its suction cups.

Unable to stop it, an orgasm slammed into Sonya, wracking her body with convulsive shocks as her bladder emptied around the intruder, her piss splashing the creature and falling to the floor. Her clenching cunt and asshole spurred it on to fuck her harder, good and deep, eliciting breathless squeals from her, even as she continued to cry out for aid.

"Pleeeeeeease! Ooh--stop doing this to meeee! Hah! Help meeee! Mommmmyyyy!" she sobbed as it fucked her through her climax straight into another.

Her mind was overloaded with forced pleasure, combined with her revulsion at the monster fucking her into ecstasy. It picked up speed, madly thrusting into her. She felt its members jerk inside her, the bumps on them throbbing and massaging her walls as the creature blew its load inside.

It didn't stop there. For the next several hours, her rapist fucked her holes and wrung reluctant orgasm after orgasm from her until she was worn down and begging for relief instead of a savior. "My holes are so tired. Please, just finish," she whined to the creature.

It stared at her, slowing down slightly before hilting into her and filling her overflowing holes with more cum, a beast incapable of understanding consent. Its breathing seemed to become labored the longer they went on. Sonya realized she could feel its slippery skin drying out as it squished her close to its tentacle-covered torso. It finished in her again, its erratic thrusts pushing her over the edge with it.

It set her on the ground gingerly once it was done. Returning to the pool in the center of the room, it disappeared into the watery darkness.

Limping to the sandy ground of the bioluminescent room, Sonya lay on the softer ground and welcomed sleep.

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The opening high above in the cavern ceiling was impossible to climb to. Sonya tested several locations, hoping she could scale the wall and reach the sunlight she saw streaming in. If she could get out of the cave she was stuck in, she could find a way back to civilization and away from her captor.

How long would the Coast Guard be searching for her? It was already nine AM the following day. Twenty-three hours of battery left. There was no way they'd find her if she was hidden away.

Even more pressing than rescue, however, was her need for food and water. Surprisingly, she wasn't thirsty, but she was hungry. But there was nothing to eat in the cave. Pacing restlessly, she continued to search for escape, or sustenance, or literally anything that could be of use to her, but found nothing.

It was another two hours before the monster returned.

Unlike the last two visits, it didn't accost her or even stay long. It lurched its massive form across the stone floor toward her, causing her to retreat until it stopped and doubled over, its abdomen shifting underneath the skin and flexing until it regurgitated a heaping of half-digested fish.

Repulsed, Sonya staggered back further.

It watched her expectantly. When she didn't move, it reached for her, catching her in a flash and rubbing her face into the vile concoction on the floor like one would rub a puppy's nose in mess. Using its hands, it shoved a piece of fish against her mouth. She sputtered and tried to escape, but it was insistent, pushing the offering against her lips.

When that didn't work, it physically pried open her jaw and popped the offensive morsel directly onto her tongue. Gagging, she tried to spit it out, but was blocked by the creature's hand covering her mouth. She tried to swallow, to get it off her tongue, but her gag reflex was having none of it, her throat contracting in a refusal to accept the food's entry.

Tears spilling over, she imploringly looked at the beast, but it kept its hand in place, forcing her to swallow until the fish finally went down.

Having sufficiently communicated what it wanted from her, it released its hold on her head, motioning for her to take more. She shook her head, fearing she wouldn't be able to keep it down, but that just prompted a repeat of the creature shoving a piece into her mouth and clapping a hand over her face. It overpowered her with ease in all aspects and she had no hope of defying it, she realized with a sense of defeat.

When it released her the next time, she scooped up a piece of the putrid meat and gingerly consumed the horrid meal under its close supervision. She vomited more than once, but it insisted she continue to eat.

By the time it was satisfied, Sonya was dizzy with nausea. Uncaring for her plight, the creature grabbed her by the face in one of its massive hands and forced her to look closely at its nightmarish countenance. Forcing a tentacle into her mouth, it throat-fucked her, threatening to make her wretch again, but it pulled out enough to let her relax and breathe carefully. At the same time, it painted her tongue with its secretions and pushed more down her gullet.

She was afraid the creature was about to fuck her again as she felt the heat concentrating in her belly and clit, her labia swelling with arousal under her furry bush. But it didn't fuck her. It made her drink more and more fluids from its slimy tentacles, but left her on the floor as it went back to the water once more.

Confused and feeling a rising need as she absorbed the fluids she'd swallowed, Sonya stumbled back to the glowing room. She lay in the sand, trying to make her mind rest and sleep, but her body was alive with desire.

She couldn't stop herself. Her hands found her puffy nipples, feeling a dry coating of the monster's secretions on them that flaked off as she tweaked the greedy nubs.

It wasn't enough.

Her sex was burning, throbbing with yearning. Delving straight into her cunt with two fingers made a squelching sound as her cunt leaked foamy, stirred-up cum.

It still wasn't enough.

Turning on her side, she pushed two fingers into her asshole, rocking her hips back and forth and riding her own hands. Her holes were so stretched out by monster cocks, she was able to easily slip three fingers in, then four into her butthole while three stayed in her little cunny. It felt naughty and perverse to masturbate with her hideous rapist's cum as lube, but she couldn't help herself, lost in lust, the taste of honey on her tongue.

She came like that, but found her cunt and asshole clenching hungrily on nothing. Unspent desire plagued her body as she feverishly continued to touch herself.

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Her dive computer was dead. Her only connection with time became the passing of the sun and moon overhead and the regular visits of her aquatic assailant.

During the day, it would regurgitate food for her and force her to ingest its secretions. When she had gone more than five days without water, Sonya was able to put together that the creature must be satisfying her body's need for it with its aphrodisiac fluids. She'd then spend hours self-pleasuring as she tried to stem the tide of arousal.

At night, she was its plaything.

Sometimes, it would fuck her all night, non-stop, turning her into a limp cum rag. Other times, it would give her a break, leaving to do heaven knows what before returning to ravish her further. Every time, she begged for reprieve, begged for her mother, begged for rescue. Nothing ever changed. Each time, it came buckets of cum into her trembling channels, conquering her mind a little more.

She used a loose stone to scratch a tally in the wall for every day that passed. Every new strike on the rock left her feeling hollow and hopeless.

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Three months.

Three months of no water, of eating raw, regurgitated fish, of masturbating like a monkey in heat, and of getting fucked silly. That's what Sonya's life of adventure had been reduced to. A human fuck doll for a sea demon.

It was night, and she was hiding in her bioluminescent room, pressed tightly behind a stalagmite, hoping it would ignore her just once.

Hope was a wretched thing to cling to. And so consistently thwarted.

It found her with ease, grabbing her by the ankle and dragging her out of her hidey-hole as she whimpered and begged. "Mommyyy, I wanna go hooooooome!"

It was peculiar that night. Instead of ravaging her with haste, it laid her out and spread her legs as wide as she was capable of spreading them. It lowered its head to her sex and seemed to inhale her scent before a satisfied whistle-cooing sound came from it.

Flipping her over, it clasped two hands gently around her stomach, cradling her with greater care than it had handled her the entire time she'd been its captive. Still making its happy whistling sounds, it positioned its bigger cock at her well-worn asterisk, plumped with regular use. It used its free arms to spread her ass cheeks apart, sandwiching both cocktips at her entrance.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

It was the only thought she had time to form before it was rolling its hips forward, splitting her asshole open as it plunged both its tapered prickheads inside her. She groaned around the massive insertion, but didn't try to move away from it, knowing that would incite it to be even rougher with her.

Breathing through her mouth and unsuccessfully trying to ignore the invasive pain as her asshole was stretched wider than a human man's fist, Sonya wept. "You're hurting meeeeeee!"

Tentacles wrapped around her from behind, finding her nipples, clit, and urethra first, teasing the sensitive spots. Then, a tentacle slipped inside her slit, sliding all the way up to tenderly caress her cervix, sending waves of pleasure through Sonya, who had become used to having the barrier pummeled and abused.

Having two giant cocks inside one hole made Sonya think that her asshole was going to be turned inside out. "You're ruining it! You're ruining my butthole, please!"

She could feel her hole aggressively suctioning the rock-hard members, sending her to heights she didn't know she could reach as she came from her ass being plundered. The tentacles in her pussy and urethra went wild, rubbing all her juicy-sweet places and wringing another climax from her as she squirted all over the floor.

As though it were trying to rent space inside her asshole, the beast singularly focused on fucking her there for the rest of the night. It let its tentacles delicately tease her cunt walls, cervix, urethra, and clit, but reserved its cocks for her anal passage.

That was how it fucked her from that night on. And it took another month for Sonya to figure out why. Maybe she really knew the first night the change had occurred, and she'd just desperately ignored it.

After all, why else would the monster make such satisfied sounds after sniffing her cunt and being so very careful with her belly? And why would it start to spend more time venturing to and from the wading pool in the cavern, adding seaweed, and corralling fresh fish?

She could ignore the monster's strange behavior--it was a beast, after all--and she could ignore the sensitivity in her breasts, the tightening skin and swelling of her midsection, and the early morning nausea.

After all, what were the odds...?

It was an entirely different species; there was no conceivable way...

But what she couldn't ignore was the quickening in her womb that occurred approximately four months into her capture.

The movement inside her was unmistakable and the most fear-inducing realization she'd had in her entire life.

She was pregnant.

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Sonya, 29

Standing at the edge of the wading pool, up to her waist in warm saltwater, Sonya labored, her once short-cropped ringlets now inches long and clinging to her forehead. She'd wanted to lie down and give birth in her room in the sand, but the creature had carried her from her resting position and brought her to the pool, refusing to let her go further than the water's edge.

She stood in the harsh sunlight, unable to look at anything other than her engorged, leaking breasts and distended stomach.

The delivery was difficult, and she found herself weeping and calling for her mommy, a daily occurrence for the once brave soul.

By the time she was done, she had collapsed with her torso resting on the hard stone, her deflated belly feeling strange. She lumbered out of the water, the creature letting her out of the pool as it tended to their six large, tadpole-like spawn, none of which Sonya wanted to see.

Crawling across the floor to her room, Sonya took refuge among the bioluminescent lights.

Was she done now? Would it stop raping her now that she'd given it the offspring it had clearly wanted from the start?

She fell asleep, daring to feel the faintest trace of hope.

The stupid girl.

She woke with her face in the sand, wondering briefly if she'd turned about in her sleep when she felt the crushing weight of the beast on top of her. Without any warning or warmup, it was in her asshole, both cocks opening her up fully.

As it had since it realized she was pregnant, it fucked her asshole with its cocks, and her other holes were toyed with by tentacles. Fucked and teased until she pissed herself and the monster came inside her, Sonya felt something inside her break.

"Oooooh, fuuuuuck," she throatily moaned as the creature continued to hump her ass past completion. "Cumming in me, cumming in my butt!"

The pleasure was consuming her, and she found herself humping back into the cocks in her ass and the tentacles in her holes. Kneading her breasts with her hands and squirting milk into the sand, she felt her eyes roll back in her head from the sheer ecstasy of it all.

"Breed me!" The words were past her lips before she could stop them, but they lit a fire in her loins that she wasn't prepared for. "Breed me! Fuck--Fuck me! Gimme more!"

It couldn't understand her, but that didn't matter. Whether she wanted it or not, she knew her terrifying captor would be impregnating her again sooner or later. She was the creature's broodmare. Its captive. Forever stranded somewhere far out in the ocean.

She was never going home.

Thalassophobia: The fear of deep bodies of water, such as oceans, seas, or lakes.