This time I found myself naked, being shoved into what looked like a 7 foot tall, 5x5 cage. The bars were as thick as my forearm, with an equal width of space between them. Every foot down, there was another, horizontal bar. At the top of the cage were a few 1x1 windows. The bottom was thickly padded. The man who shoved me in, the same man who bred me originally, said in parting, "You have nowhere to go. Just accept it." His words sent a chill down my spine.
I looked around the room my cage was in. It was dimly lit, with no discernible features besides that it was dark. The only light came from the top of my cage, illuminating only a few feet beyond.
Something was moving in the darkness. Thick tentacles slowly revealed themselves, crawling closer across the floor. They seemed to be coming from one direction, and despite logic and the man's parting words, I found myself backing away. I saw them approaching and couldn't stop myself from moving to the opposite side of the cage, pressing myself against the bars when the tentacles finally entered the confinement. This was a mistake.
As soon as my skin touched the bars, I realized that some tentacles had been lying in wait for this moment, and they fixed my wrists, stomach, knees, and ankles to the bars. Another tentacle wound itself into my hair and pulled back, forcing my head as far back as the bars would allow. Oh god oh god oh god I knew by now what my purpose here was, and I didn't think I'd ever get used to it. I was a slave, to be used for pleasure or breeding, I wasn't sure which. Maybe it was both. I knew this thing was going to force me to allow it to breed me.
I felt more tentacles wrap around my ankles and knees, and the former tentacles retracted. My legs were slowly forced apart, despite my almost involuntary attempts to keep them closed. I whimpered, and one tentacle caressed my face, almost as if to assure me that it wouldn't hurt me. My knees were fixed as far apart as they could go without my hips dislocating, and my ankles fixed right below them. I couldn't move, except to wriggle a little bit. But even that wasn't much.
I felt something touch my crotch, but couldn't look down to see what was going on. I'm sure I was better off not knowing, anyway. It was slimy, extremely warm, and firm, but fleshy, like an extremely erect penis. It was so slimy that it started dripping down my inner thighs as it rubbed my crotch, from my dick to my front hole. I strained without everything in me trying to get away, trying so hard to escape. It was in vain.