Laura awoke to the sound of falling water. She had fallen, fallen so very far, but was thankful that she could still move. The sun had long been set, she had been out for hours, and a storm had come in, slamming torrents of rain over into the rockface, soaking her in turn.
Her walkie-talkie squawked to life. She heard one of her hiking buddies, Johnny, on the other end.
"Hey Laura! If you can hear this, relax! Kim and me will get you first thing in the morning!"
She tried to respond but the thing was broken, on her end at least.
"Just stay put! We'll be there soon!"
Well that was that. She opted to pass the time, something about the cave spoke to her, calling her to plumb its inscrutable depths. Laura stood up, ignoring the pain from her scraped and bloody knees, she was too tough to give in to that. As she looked around the rain soaked cave, she realized this was no cave.
The stone was too refined, not to mention the strange engravings on the wall, illuminated by silver moonlight. They looked to be scenes of young women having sex with...something. The more Laura looked at the pictures the more numb her mind became, she instinctively looked away.
Something was not right here. The further she went in the cave, the darker it became and so she brought her flashlight to bear, its bright, amber beam cutting a swath through the darkness, illuminating rocks and crumbled statues. Statues with demonic, fanged heads, and broken, squid-like tentacles scattered amongst them.
She stopped once she came upon a craggy, rocky hole, so dark that not even her flashlight could penetrate the shadow. The jagged, bleached white stone surrounding the entrance made the hole look like a monster's gaping maw, but what made her stop was not the hole, but the skeletons littered around it.
Laura had seen enough horror movies to know that moments like these are when people die, doing something stupid, like going into a dark place littered with the dead. She breathed in deeply, calming herself, before walking back to where she originally fell. She resolved to wait until morning, and await her friend's rescue.
But something else had different plans. Something inhuman. It had observed her from afar, disappointed that she did not enter the true heart of its domain, but it did not matter, she was close enough. It hungered for her long, toned bronze legs, her athletic breasts and tight bottom, all straining against her soaked outdoors outfit.
The entity was ancient, its temple burned and plundered by the Romans in ages past. For millenia it had waited for this moment, and this human had traipsed too far into its lair. At last it would have a mortal shell, its insatiable lust for her matched only by its insatiable need for vengeance. It was its time to rise once more.
Laura was just about to fall asleep in a curled ball, but then she felt a presence, a chilling breeze that pushed an errant strand of hair away from her face. A cold, fearful sweat broke out across her body as a crawling mass of coils slowly made their descent from above, moving down with eagerness as they ached to bring in their first convert in centuries.
The coils were thick and oily, burgeoning to come loose as they quivered with anticipation, so close to their prey. As they came near her head, they unfurled, strings of slime parting in between the tentacles as they poised for penetration. They gleamed in the twinkling night light, revealing their phallic shape.
Laura let out a scream, cut short as the tendrils nimbly flitted across her head, entangling her in seconds. She felt one of the tentacles cram in to her mouth, causing her to gag momentarily as it pushed deeper down her throat. The tendrils worked her body, slithering over the honey hued spheres of her bottom, rubbing her pert breasts, and gliding over her nub vigorously, bringing her into a feeling of devastating arousal.
She was revolted and excited, loathing how her body was betraying her, as her loins burst aflame in orgasm, her body becoming more rigid as a mind blowing climax rushed through her very cells. She heard a voice enter her mind, far clearer than hers, and though she did not understand it, she felt that she should let this happen, and stop fighting. She moaned at the thought.
The tentacle in her mouth throbbed, making slight thrusting movements down her throat, before shuddering, sending an effusion of fluid into her body, jerking wildly as it poured its load into its host. Laura let out a muffled whimper of pleasure as she felt liquid heat enter her, the venom causing her fists to ball up and her toes to curl under the intense sensation. Finally her vision became cloudy as her mind went blank in pleasure, her fierce personality now docile and ready for reprogramming.
She then felt more tentacles wrapping themselves around her feet, as she was dragged deeper into the cave, to the entrance that she had turned away from. Laura didn't and couldn't care anymore, lost in her bliss, she was ready to be taken.
In the darkness of the entity's domain, she felt its voice again, penetrating her mind so sublimely. There was something so relaxing about it, she felt like letting go, letting it take care of everything.
Her mind could no longer protest, pushing away ideas of struggling and running away, as a larger tentacle slopped on to the ground, beginning its journey up to her eager body. A sense of overwhelming calm came over her, something compelling her to to stay still. She obeyed.
As she lay there, awaiting her sacred penetration, other tentacles went to work, stripping her clothes. Already her t-shirt was sopping wet with goo, her bronzed breasts thinly veiled by a drenched layer of white cloth. She whined in pleasure as the shirt was ripped away, the fabric teasing her erect nipples for a fleeting moment. In the dim light of the cave, beautiful shadows danced across her chest as her breasts heaved in the darkness, craving the touch of her ancient lover.
