Tentacles In Bed

I was lying in bed, wide awake. I had tossed and turned all night. Finally, I went downstairs to get a glass of water. Maybe if I quenched my thirst I could sleep better. I downed two glasses of water and left the empty glass by the sink for the morning. Then, I went back upstairs and curled up underneath the covers.

I closed my eyes to go to sleep. There was a cold wet feeling on my abdomen. I ignored it, and rolled over on my back. Whatever it was, it didn't go away. Instead, the slimy feeling crept across my belly, underneath my shirt. A similar feeling caressed my neck. Popping sounds could be heard every so often like someone clacking their teeth or popping bubble wrap. More of the slimy feelings covered the top half of my body. I threw off my covers and turned on the light, instantly regretting doing so.

Before I could scream, there was a slimy tentacle covering my mouth and seemingly hundreds more covered my body. I was unable to move. They writhed around my body, touching me in ways that were sensitive and sexual. My shirt was ripped off and my panties pulled down. The tentacles voyaged over my legs, exploring every inch of my body. They were coming from behind the headboard. A larger squishy tentacle travelled down my spine, its suckers leaving marks like hickies. When I could see it, it was peeking out from between my legs. Four other similar tentacles joined it and wrapped around my hips and thighs. All the other smaller tentacles continued taking other liberties with my body. The largest tentacle at my crotch slid its tip across my clit, arousing my sex drive. It popped its suckers around my pussy and everywhere in between my thighs. My heart pounded in my chest. Then it entered, hard.

It shoved its way in and up first, as if it was trying to poke my bellybutton from the inside. I involuntarily arched my back against the tentacle restraints and moaned. The largest tentacle was then joined my two others, exploring my femininity to their desire. One went back, past my G-spot. It was excruciating. The second tentacle stayed in the lower area, its suckers exploring just beyond the edges of my clit. Tremors rolled through my body and the orgasms began.

It went on for hours, the three larger tentacles exploring my insides while the rest drew their slime along my outside. Two large tentacles held my legs apart, wrapped around my thighs and hips in a stranglehold that cut off my circulation. One large tentacle was curled around my neck and mouth, its suckers tasting my skin, leaving hickies as it sucked. The last two fondled my breasts and were having fun too. They squeezed each of my nipples till they were numb and aroused, then just wrapped around my chest, their suckers licking my skin. The hundreds of smaller tentacles just held me down and writhed over the rest of my body. They held my arms and legs taught, like I was on a medieval stretcher.

I was violated in the most horrible way possible, but that wasn't what bothered me. What bothered me, was that after a while, I kind of liked it. Actually, I loved it. The tentacles touched me in all the right spots that turned me on and caused numerous orgasms to convulse my body. Since they started, I haven't stopped convulsing and moaning, my breathing rate went up and my heart pounded furiously while sweat beaded on every part of my body. The tentacles loved it. They were supposed to have taste receptors in their suckers and they enjoyed sucking the sweat off my body. Their suckers were like lips, kissing my skin, sucking it up, leaving hickeys all over. When I got used to it, I savored it.

I savored the attention lavished on me, the way every inch of my skin was erotically stimulated every second. Pleasure was not a good enough word to describe it. The larger three tentacles still writhed about inside me. Everytime pressure was applied to the walls of my cavity, my muscles tensed and I convulsed violently. There was no stopping it. The build up of pressure in my muscles was so great that when released, my back arched so much that I felt like it would snap and my hips would come out of alignment. If I hadn't lived alone, my moans and groans would've have woken up everyone. The tentacle whose suckers were attached to my lips couldn't do anything about the noise. Then I made a mistake.

The tentacle holding my mouth let go briefly and I opened my mouth, when it came back to gag me, it stuck its tentacles down my throat, eager to explore. Its suckers attached to the roof of my mouth and tried to shove its way down my esophagus. I couldn't breathe. My heart pounded faster and the tentacles' writhing seemed to slow. I could barely feel the three larger ones exiting me abruptly, though one left its suckers on my clit. The two wrapped around my thighs and hips loosened their grip and let me close my legs. The tentacle around my neck also loosened when it felt my pulse pound harder and it drew its arm out of my throat. The smaller tentacles unwounded me and disappeared. Most of the larger tentacles disappeared as well, drawing back to their hiding place, The only ones that remained were the ones curled around my breasts and the one sucking on my clit. I relaxed, closed my eyes, and fell asleep to the delicious sucking of the tentacles.

In the morning I awoke sore and naked. Small bruises covered my body but I could not remember how I had received them or what happened last night.