Chapter 6 – Tentacle Hell

I leaned against the boulder, but instead of rock, a giant gaping maw stood open. It was a chasm of red flesh, pulsing and dripping with vile slime. Hundreds of sharp needle-like fangs filled the inside.

“Fuck!” I shouted, teetering forward.

My fellow adventurers screamed.

At the last second, I tipped my weight back, only barely stopping myself from falling into a giant monster mouth.

A long red tongue shot out of the living chasm, quickly wrapping around my waist, and yanking my forward the rest of the way into the abyss. The jaws shut behind me, plunging me into darkness.

The air was damp and hot, smelling of dog breath and sexual fluids. The walls closed around me squeezing my body as I kicked and squirmed. The tongue let go of me, but I fought against the walls and floor as they pressed into me, crushing me and swallowing me back. I clung to the walls, grabbing handfuls of slippery flesh to stop myself from being pulled in deeper. Sharp teeth lined the jaw’s entrance, stabbing into my flailing hands, stopping me from getting a grip and punishing me for trying to escape.

My grip failed, and I howled in despair as the writhing walls pulled me deeper into its body. I didn’t go far, there wasn’t a throat or stomach. I was placed in a slimy little flesh pocket at the back, with absolutely no room to wiggle. I squirmed to find purchase on the floor and walls. Writhing tendrils grabbed me, wrapping firmly around my wrists and ankles, drawing my body out tight. I fought against them, but they pulled harder, stretching me out, face down and spread eagle.

I calmed my mind, and channelled my firebolt spell. I released a bolt of fire. The darkness inside the creature’s maw was cast away, I caught a brief glimmer of the fleshy red walls surrounding me. The firebolt struck the flesh, and made a sizzling hiss. I heard a rumbling cry of pain from the monster. The fleshy walls crushed down on me hard in retaliation, knocking the wind out of me.

I barely held onto my concentration, and released another firebolt out of my hand. The monster screeched with pain and rage. I felt a strange ooze secrete out of the flesh surrounding my fire-flinging hands, coating them completely up to the wrist. At first it felt cold. But then, it started warming up. It started to sting a little, with faint pinpricks of pain.

“Oh fuck, that can’t be good…” I muttered.

The stinging slowly grew more intense, quickly going from mild, to uncomfortable, to painful, and finally growing to be unbearable.

“Aaaagh!” I screamed.

It felt like my hands were burning, on fire, melting in acid. I had no idea what the stuff was doing to me, but it was pure liquid agony.

The firebolt spell shape collapsed, as the pain shattered my ability to concentrate. I desperately wove a purify spell to clean the slime off my hands, but it failed too. My panicked brain couldn’t control the mana.

“Stop! Please!” I cried.

The monster had no mercy. The burning continued. The monster probably had no idea what I was saying. If it was some sort of acid, nothing would save me from the pain but a water rinse and copious healing magic. There was none of that for me here. As I wailed in agony, I felt something warm, wet and slimy press up against my rear. My butt? It was going for my butt?

The tentacle pushed forward. I clenched my ass tight to stop it, but the tentacle flesh was hard and unyielding, and the force the monster used was more than my sphincter muscles could take.

“Nooo! It huuurts!” I howled.

My tiny little anus was painfully wrenched open as a tentacle as thick as my fist forced its way inside. My little virgin butthole was forced open for the first time by something wider than I’d ever thought possible. Did it rip something? I had no idea, but I’d probably need some healing when this was all over.

The pain overwhelmed me, shut down my mind, all thoughts of resistance faded away. I closed my eyes and entered an almost meditative state, just laying there, feeling, experiencing, and letting the fiery pain of my anal rape wash over me. My ass somehow hurt more than my tortured hands and the monster wasn’t even thrusting that hard yet.

I embraced it. I was going to suffer. I relaxed my pounding heart and accepted the pain.

An equally wide tentacle pressed against my pussy. It was going to hurt too. I cried in despair, but it forced itself inside me anyway. It was thicker than the dire wolf-thing that fucked me when I first woke up in this world. The pain washed over me again, my body twitched and trembled, it was almost like an orgasm but… No wait… It was an orgasm. A pain orgasm, I didn’t know that was possible.

A third tentacle kissed me on the lips, and I opened my mouth to take it like a good girl. This one was a bit thinner, like a human cock, perfectly sized to force its way down my throat and choke me without completely blocking my air. Why were the ass and pussy tentacles so much thicker? That was proof of deliberate sadism. The monster didn’t just want to fill me with Tainted goo, it wanted to hurt me, see me suffer.

I sucked the slimy cock tentacle inside my mouth. It tasted like dirty old gym socks mixed with stale crusty semen. I tried to please it. There was no fight left in me anymore. The sizzling pain in my hands had stopped, replaced with a dull throb. Was that because it was a stinging venom, and the pain chemical finished reacting? or was that because it was acid and my flesh had melted away along with my pain receptors? I was in absolute darkness; I couldn’t see my hands. I had no idea about their current state.

Regardless, I learned my lesson. I had no reason to doubt that whatever the monster did to my hands, it could do to my whole body if I dared shoot another firebolt inside it. With my ass and pussy stretched to the breaking point, I was in more pain than I’d ever experienced before, but I fully understood that things could get so much worse if my monstrous captor so desired.

All three tentacles shot their loads at the same time. I felt the hot goo fill my lower holes, but my focus was drawn by the tentacle in my throat. I gagged and desperately tried to swallow all the salty slime it shot inside. It was like an entire cup full. Way more than any human could produce.

I felt a strange tingle run through my body, the same feeling I got after killing a monster and absorbing its Tainted corruption.

You have been forcefully inseminated by a Level 23 Rock Mimic.

Level up! You are now a level 4 [Mage].You gain +1 Mag, +1 Free Attribute Points. You gain +1 Skill points.

Hooray! Level up! I would have cheered out loud if I wasn’t too busy choking on monster spooge. After cumming, the tentacle cocks didn’t slow down at all. I assumed they wouldn’t be satisfied after just one round, and I was right. At least, with a bit of cum for lube, the anal tentacle hurt a bit less during the second round. That was a small mercy.

The level up seemed to increase my maximum hp, but the existing damage to my hands and holes from before remained. The hp boost did seem to toughen me up a little, which actually worked to my disadvantage. Durable holes meant tighter holes that were harder to stretch out. That meant more agonizing friction for my sore anus.

But would take it anyway. I was helpless, with no way to stop this monster from raping me, no way to resist.

I relaxed and let the monster do all the work, passively taking it like a good little rape doll. Before long I’d reached an orgasm, a proper vaginal one this time, from having my G-spot hammered without mercy. The monster didn’t care about my pleasure of course, it was just a happy accident. It also didn’t care if my post-orgasm pussy was sensitive or not. It relentlessly fucked me all through my orgasm and into the next one.

And this was what my life became.

Endless thrusting, torn open holes, and uncomfortably deep invasions. I squirmed whenever I came, or whenever a hot new load was shot inside me. Other than that, I just took it. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I knew it was long time. I lost count of the monster’s ejaculations after the number reached fifteen and I stopped caring. Had the others abandoned me? Would I be stuck here in tentacle hell forever? Was that necessarily a bad thing? Was this where I belonged? Did I even want to be saved?

I was getting used to it now. My ass and pussy didn’t hurt anymore… or rather, I should say they hurt like crazy but it was the right kind of hurt, the sort that made me cum over and over.

I’d found my true calling. This was what I was made for. This body was designed by a perverted sadist during a sex dream. Everything about it was optimized, from the ground up, for being viciously raped. In a very real sense, this was what I was made for. Deep down, I knew that from the start. I was always destined to become some brutal monster’s cumdump.

And what a cumdump I was…

With how many times it came, and the ridiculous quantity of each ejaculation, I wasn’t sure how I was holding all this cock snot inside my body without rupturing. Maybe it was dissolving like the spiky ball seeds, absorbed by my body as pure Tainted corruption. It was infusing my system with Taint, trying to turn me into a Tainted monster too.

Well joke’s on them! Not only was I still Taint-free, I was levelling like a madwoman. My “combat” log just went on and on…

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You have been used as a cumdump by a Level 23 Rock Mimic.

You have been thoroughly defiled by a Level 23 Rock Mimic.

You have been violently raped by a Level 23 Rock Mimic.

You have been converted into a living cocksleeve by a Level 23 Rock Mimic.

Level up! You are now a level 8 [Mage].You gain +1 Mag, +1 Free Attribute Points. You gain +1 Skill points.

I was level 8 already!

I couldn’t actually do anything with my new levels, but it gave me a welcome boost to my stamina and hit points, which seemed to scale with my overall level. I was strangely proud to be such an accomplished rape doll. I was obviously much better at this than I was at being a mage.

Eventually, the thrusting slowed. I was confused. I worried the monster was disappointed in me, so I clenched a little tighter, rocked my hips back, and sucked at the mouth invader. I tried my best to please the monster with my forcibly loosened slut holes. It wasn’t my fault if I was loose! The tentacles were just too big! I didn’t want to be a bad sex toy and get thrown away.

My efforts didn’t work. The monster kept going slower and slower, and then it stopped. The pressure around my wrists and ankles released, the tendrils let me go. I was still trapped however, squashed by the creature’s slimy body and pinned with a trio of way-too-thick tentacles inside me. I didn’t have the energy to try to fight my way out of here, so I just relaxed and took a nap for now.

I woke up later with a view of the dim early evening sky. Chloe was kneeling next to me, looking down at me nervously with her green glowing hand on my shoulder.

“Tyler?” She asked, when she noticed I’d opened my eyes.

“Chloe,” I replied. I felt the uncomfortable river rocks beneath my back and neck. “Lap pillow?” I asked.

Chloe, bless her submissive soul, complied without hesitation, raising my head, and scooting herself underneath, offering me her soft thighs as cushions.

“You’re awesome,” I said with a tired smile. “Just… the best.”

Chloe smiled in response, and patted my slimy forehead affectionately.

Yeah, I was pretty slimy. I wove together a purify spell, and cast it on myself. I shimmered with holy magic, and the ooze covering my body gradually evaporated. I felt a great relief inside me, a sudden release of a pressure I didn’t even realize was there. The unspeakable fluid flooding my guts vanished and I returned to my previous clean emptiness.

“How are you holding up?” Ash asked.

“Just fine…” I said. “Maybe a little bit tired… and kinda… fucked out…”

“Hah! I’ll bet,” Ash chuckled. “You were in there for like… two hours, and those were some pretty scary looking tentacles stuffed inside you.”

“So what happened on the outside while I was… being useful and distracting the enemy?” I asked.

“The monster was called a Rock Mimic. It swallowed you and turned back into a rock.” Lysander explained. “I tried what magic I could until I’d almost run out of mana, but nothing I had could penetrate the shell. It was unusually strong, at least compared to natural stone. Ash and Maddie met with a similar lack of success trying to damage it with rocks and sticks. Only Emi’s doom curse was effective against it. Even then, the curse wasn’t stackable, and it required two full, hour-long cycles to finally kill it.”

“Yay Emi,” I lazily groaned out a cheer. “You were finally useful!”

“Hey fuck you, I’m awesome,” she replied playfully.

“Tentacles already did enough of that,” I replied.

I told them the gist of what happened. I struggled, tried a few fireballs, had my hands stung and/or melted off and learned an important lesson about resisting. Then, I got it hard in all three holes for a couple hours, and gained five levels while getting showered in dick juice.

“You’re level eight?” Chloe gasped, astonished. “I only just hit three…”

“Seven here,” Lysander said. “You passed me. I only gained one level from the fight. It seems sex-based Taint harvesting is a far more efficient than merely killing monsters.”

“Yeah… It seems I’m much better at being a sex toy for monsters than being a combat mage…”

“Hey dude, don’t beat yourself up like that,” Emi piped up encouragingly.

I chuckled, “I’m only half joking… I wonder if there’s a Succubus class that makes me better at getting monster raped. Something where I can like… drain them for stamina and healing or whatever.”

“My gamer senses are telling me that your class advancement options would depend on what choices you make with your skill points,” Emi replied.

I checked my Status page.

Name: Tyler Erikson

Age: 21, Sex: Female

Species: Human

Class: Mage 8

HP: 70 / 70STA: 5 /90MP: 138 / 138

Str: 6Dex: 11End: 9Per: 13Int: 20Will: 11Mag: 20

You have (5) Attribute points.

Perks: Greater Blessing of Vyreth

Skills:

Mana Manipulation 4Basic Fire Magic 2Basic Holy Magic 3Meditation 2

You have (5) Skill Points.

Spells:

FireboltPurify

“Yeah, that’s gonna take a while to decide, I have five Skill points to spend. Fire seems kidna succubus-ish, could take unholy as well…”

“Dude, take some time and sleep on it before making any choices. Having just survived the sort of thing that traumatizes a normal girl for life, I can guarantee you are not in the right state of mind to be making good life decisions right now,” Maddie gently scolded.

“It was pretty bad at the start… but once I got used to it, I was basically cumming nonstop. It wasn’t so bad, honestly,” I said nonchalantly.

Chloe looked down at me, recognizing in me a kindred spirit, a fellow sex toy for monsters. She smiled approvingly.

“Clearly, your Isekai cheat ability is super-masochism,” Emi suggested.

“What about everyone else?” I asked.

“Lysander is super smart, Ash is super big…”

“Hah! And super well hung,” he added.

“…and super well hung, Maddie is… super boobs? I dunno.”

“Gee thanks.” she said flatly.

“Chloe is super-elf! Or super submissive…”

“Um… I’ll go with ‘elf’ as my official superpower… if that’s okay...”

“And Emi is super-loli?” I finished.

“Eh… I dunno, I guess so. It’s better than having ‘tits’ as my superpower.”

“Hey!” Maddie snapped.

Lysander interrupted the fun, “As much as I am enjoying this bonding experience, it’s getting late and we need to hurry if we want to reach our chosen destination before dark. If we follow the river and it continues to be free of major obstructions, we should make good time. Despite awakening to her new masochistic rape fetish, I doubt Tyler is ready to go for another multi-hour round with a monster. Also, as I am not a masochist, I am not eager to share in her experience.”

“Yeah, no rape for me thanks,” Maddie agreed.

“I’m pretty sure I’d die if those tentacles went inside me. Like, straight-up, die,” Emi added nervously.

Chloe remained conspicuously silent.

“You still look tired. Want me to carry you?” Ash asked me.

“Can you do it without sticking fingers in me?” I replied.

“Hmm… a difficult request, but I’ll try my best,” Ash said with a wink.

I sighed, “Good enough. Yes. Carry me please.”

Ash scooped me up like I weighed nothing, and put me in a moderately respectful princess carry. He caressed my butt, but didn’t finger me. I smiled and let him get away with it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and nestled against his muscly shoulder, falling asleep almost immediately.