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“Chill out, I’m Ellie, ain’t gon’ hurt ya’,” she leaned back against a tree, adjusting the strap of her pack.

“Sure,” you turned to walk again.

“Where you headed?” She pushed herself off the tree. She was scrawny compared to you, and wouldn’t really win in a fair fight— or at least that’s what you thought. Maybe that was a good thing? You didn’t need to keep your guard up far too high.

You paused, then turned to stare at her. “Bold of you to assume I’d tell you.”

“Touché,” Ellie walked closer to you, “look, Ima’ jus’ tell ya’, I got lost lookin’ ‘round the damn forest, so if you could please help a pretty girl out here, I’d really ‘preciate it.”

“Oh,” you suddenly felt a little more vulnerable. She was in the same place as you, and that made you soften even if your gut feeling told you to fucking run. “Alright,” you muttered slowly, before giving your name, “let’s walk and talk.”

“Thanks, means a shit lot, y’don’t got a clue how long I’ve been in the fuckin’ woods,” Ellie scrambled to walk beside you, falling into rhythm with your footsteps.

You flashed a ghost of a smile, “how long ‘s it been?”

“Dunno, probably an hour or two.”

“Sheesh, you good? Need water?” You asked, concerned.

“No, I’ll be fine, I think,” Ellie tried to smile it off, she was almost awkward.

You both walked in silence, the little twigs, leaves and fallen branches crackled and snapped under your feet in rhythm with hers. You couldn’t help stealing glances. She was pretty, and likely wasn’t much older than you, if even that. You remember the stupid dare, your teeth clenched. The silence stretched out, loud and awkward.

Then suddenly she spoke up— “isn’t the way out to the east?”

“I’m pretty sure my phone said that—” you turned your phone on just to find no signal. You groaned, “oh, shit,” you held it up, “there isn’t any service in here!”

Ellie’s eyes widened slightly, she fiddled with the strap of her bag before she spoke, “look, I’m pretty sure it’s to the east.” She grabbed her torch, flipping the switch on. Golden light filled around her as she walked with the torch held ahead, “c’mon, stay close.”

You squinted through the thick dark as the trees began to thin. The shack wasn’t much at first glance— just some crooked, weather-worn wood boards nailed together, leaning like it could collapse with one bad gust of wind. Smoke curled faintly from the crooked chimney. Your stomach dropped. Every horror story you’d ever heard about cabins in the woods came rushing back.

You froze in your tracks. “...Ellie. What the fuck is that?”

She didn’t stop walking. Didn’t even falter. Her torch beam swung lazily, as if she already knew the way. Something in you screamed ‘turn around’. You actually did— heels scuffing dirt, heart hammering. But it was too late.

A sharp snap-whip of sound broke the quiet.

Then pressure.

Something coiled around your wrist. Another around your waist. Another snapped around your ankle and jerked you back so fast the breath punched out of you. You let out a strangled shout, thrashing, the blade at your belt already half unsheathed— only to have it knocked clean out of your grip by another inky, slick appendage. Tentacles. Dozens of them. Curling out of Ellie’s back like some nightmare, twisting and flexing with eerie strength.

You were yanked up into the air, limbs spread and useless against the vice-like grip. The wood of your weapon clattered uselessly into the dirt below. Ellie stepped into your torchlight. Her face was calm. Too calm. Her freckled cheeks glowed soft gold as she looked up at you, eyes steady, almost gentle— like this wasn’t wrong at all.

“Ellie, what the fuck?—” a tentacle shot out, forcing itself in your mouth and you gagged around it, it didn’t relent. Its base got thicker as it completely gagged your mouth, all words lost.

“Don’t curse at me now,” Ellie looked down, one of the thinner tendrils pulled your pants and panties down, curling around your sensitive clit and another tentacle joined in— this one had a mouth like a suction cup. It latched onto your clit, suckling it hard.

You moaned, head tilting to the side.

“Oh, look, you’re ovulating.” She pulled the tentacles out of your mouth.

“Ellie…” you whined out her name, sniffling.

“Don’t you wanna feel full?” Ellie placed her hand on your abdomen, “all round with my pretty babies?”

“W-what…?” You could barely make sense of her words, one of them creeped up your tits from under your shirt and wrapped around the mound, squeezing and toying with your nipple. You winced, not in pain, but from the sudden slimy tugging.

Ellie smirked, leaning back with that smug look as if someone had plastered it onto her stupid cute face while she watched your struggle against her tentacles. They held you there, one of them ripping your clothes off in a motion so fast you swore it almost felt knife-sharp against your skin.

You were sobbing, pussy drooling when you were bared. Ellie let out a low whistle, “damn, you that wet and complainin’?”

“I’ve never done this, I’m scared,” you admitted, voice trembling.

It was stupid, but you wanted to tell her this anyway, hoping and praying that whatever little pity, if any, in her would work towards your favour.

Maybe it was a lost cause, because Ellie licked her teeth at the new information.

“Innocent little virgin girl caught in my trap,” she tutted, “beautiful.”

The suction of the tentacle slowed on your clit— mercy, or so you hoped— because then it started again, ten times more vigorous. You let out a strangled scream, shaking as some of the tentacles slithered up your legs. “No, please, n-no, don’t touch me there!” You cried out, whining and tugging.

“Do you really want me to stop?” Ellie stepped closer, voice dropping, eyes full of something so fucking unreadable.

You hated yourself for it, but you imagined Ellie’s long fingers playing with your hair as she told you just how well you took her and the imagery of that burnt itself in your brain. You couldn’t help craving her approval, despite her being a stranger, or more accurately— a monster, so you sucked it up— “no…”

Ellie smirked, “that’s my good girl.”

“I’m your girl,” you wanted to say, but you bit it back. You couldn’t give her the satisfaction of breaking you in. You felt a poke between your thighs, at first you’d thought it was only your pussy but then you felt it against your asshole, too. Your eyes went as wide as saucers, you glanced up, “El! Ellie! No, please, not back there! Not—”

“You’re only makin’ your case harder,” Ellie drawled, and the tentacle forced its way inside. You yelped out, clenching around it as it pushed its way into your rectum as if claiming territory. You felt it slowly starting to inflate, getting girthier as it drilled deeper in your ass.

Ellie’s other tentacle creeped into your slit, thin and easy. Once it was settled so deep, you swore you felt it tickling your cervix— then it started getting bigger. You gasped, “it’s getting bigger…”

“It is, isn’t it?” Ellie placed a hand on your lower abdomen, “fuck, babygirl, it’s startin’ ta’ bulge through.”

“N-no…” you looked down and much to Ellie’s truthfulness, it really was starting to bulge. You let out a sob, “Ellie…” her tentacles rammed in you, both at once tearing a loud sob from you.

You were gasping for air and crying, Ellie’s face softened a little, “oh, baby,” she stepped closer, her hand cupping your face. “Jus’ endure it a lil’ for me, love.”

“I can’t, I can’t, Ellie!— oh, goodness!” You cried out louder, body tensing up as the tentacle wrecked your ass hard, your torso tilted forward, resting against Ellie’s frame as her tentacles continued ramming into you with sloppiness, arousal trickling out in thick gushes.

“Shhh, baby, ‘s okay, jus’ a bit,” Ellie rubbed where the bulge was causing a faint imprint of her tentacles in your stomach.

Your eyes rolled back, “way too much,” you mouthed, no proper sound forming. “It hurts, Ellie, please, it hurts!”

The tentacle on your clit sucked you harder, earning a feeble moan, your legs shook and tried to close causing Ellie to grunt. “Stop fighting it, and it’ll feel better— goddamn!”

You were overwhelmed with pain to care— that’s when suddenly one of the tentacles looped around your neck and yanked your head back. You choked, hands fighting to try to claw it away so you could breathe but the amount of tentacles holding you down was way too much compared to the amount of strength your weakened body could form. “El— ‘s chokin’ me…” you gasped through whatever little oxygen you had in your brain, eyes half-lidded as you tried to fight it desperately.

“Told you to relent,” Ellie walked closer until she was between your legs, your body was perpendicular now, tilted horizontally so she could access your cunt better.

“I—... Please… can’t… breathe…”

Ellie didn’t spare you a glance, the tentacle in your pussy wrenched itself out roughly before it hovered over you— then cracked down like a whip and— smack!

You screamed out, veins on your neck standing up when you did so— “Ellie! Pl-please, I’ll stop struggling, I’ll—” you gasped when she didn’t stop— smack! Smack! Smack! “I’ll be good!”

“Promise me.”

Ellie leaned down, watching the way the tentacle-whip left marks down your pussy while your hole continued gushing and creaming from the stimulation your clit received. Your clit was engorged and swollen now, throbbing under the mouth of the little suction tentacle.

“I promise! I promise, I’ll be so fucking good!”

“Atta girl,” she shoved her hands in her pockets and stepped back, the suction let go of your clit with a ‘pop’ and Ellie ordered, “rub yourself.” Despite what she said, you knew and so did she that you were in no form to be masturbating. You felt one of her tentacles guiding your wrist down, your index rubbing down your clit along with your middle finger.

Your face scrunched up in pleasure and sensitivity, “You’ve made me so— o-oh, fuck— so sensitive, it’s s-so— it’s too much,” you sniffled.

“More for my princess, yeah?” Ellie chuckled, enjoying the way you got overwhelmed with something as basic as rubbing your clit.

The tentacle shot back in your pussy, and you felt it filling you up with large spurts of semen. You gasped, “f-f-fuck.”

“C’mon, sweetheart, don’t stop rubbing.”

“S-sorry…”

“‘s okay, you’re still learnin’ to be m’good girl.” Ellie watched the way both your holes started filling up, leaking around the shaft of the tentacle-dicks.

“Y-yes, all yours, please, I’ll be so good.”

She chuckled. “All full?”

When the tentacles pulled out of you, Ellie’s hand pressed on your tummy, pressing down and making you whine. “N-no, it’s gonna come out if you do that—” your shoulders tensed again.

“Y’wanna keep all o’ me in?”

You paused. What the fuck was wrong with you? You didn’t know, you just nodded dumbly. “Please.”

“You ain’t ever goin’ back, y’know that, right?” Ellie pulled you in for a kiss, yet not pressing her lips against yours, awaiting your reply.

“I know.”

And you kissed her. Submitting completely. Ruined and all Ellie’s now.

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