Thalassophobia Pt 01

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy this story of nonconsensual/dubiously consensual/rough sex. All characters are 18 years or older. Comments and ratings are always welcome and much appreciated.

This is the story of Sonya. A woman with a thirst for adventure that ultimately gets her into trouble.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 Part 1: Hidden in the Depths 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Sonya, 28

Their boat whizzed over the water as the team of divers trekked out, far from shore, toward the site of a decades-old shipwreck. The day was crisp and chilly, but none of them felt uncomfortable in their specialized wetsuits. The smallest of them, a mahogany-skinned woman with mesmerizing amber eyes and short-cropped, tight black curls, looked over the edge of the vessel excitedly. She watched her reflection blur past the upset waters. A smile split her full, pink lips.

This would be Sonya's first deep-sea dive. The first time she'd enter the world of technical diving to descend lower than forty meters. She'd undergone extensive training and certifications for just this moment.

Thrill after thrill, Sonya found she constantly needed more. It wasn't enough to jump out of a plane, to swim with dolphins, or to go scuba diving. She had to push the limits--to leap from taller heights than recommended, to swim with sharks, and to dive dangerous depths. The way her heart raced and her mind would go perfectly still... it was meditative and exposed the true nature of what it was to be alive and free.

The only activity she'd participated in that she hadn't enjoyed was spelunking because she found it so boring. Almost as boring as the ex-boyfriend who had suggested it.

But the ocean? There was endless beauty and adventure to be had there. They say humans know more about space than the ocean, and that sense of mystery drew Sonya's interest even more. Not that she would turn down a trip to space if that chance ever arose.

Of course, her try-anything-once attitude had its drawbacks. She was almost thirty and just learning not to apply it to every man she took a fancy to. Some days, she thought she had more casual sex partners than the ocean had divers.

She checked to confirm her dive computer was on her wrist for the dozenth time as they approached their destination. It was just after eight AM, and she had forty-eight hours of battery life remaining. She was the first to start equipping all her gear as their boat slowed to a halt, and was the first one in the water after the shotline was dropped.

The cold water rushed over her, and she experienced a sense of weightlessness as she submerged. Rodrigo and Janice were after her. There was a group of six going down, and Sonya found she couldn't bring herself to wait for them.

Swimming ahead, she followed the corded line into the deep. The lower she went, the colder it became, and the more subtle pressure she felt in her lungs. It was a strange sensation in her chest, while her body still felt so light.

Her headlamp cast a faint light across the ship's surface, far below and covered with a thick layer of algae.

She was about thirty meters down when the effects of nitrogen narcosis set in, making her feel dreamy and relaxed, like she'd had a bit too much to drink. All she could hear was the sound of her breathing and rhythmic heartbeat. Sonya dove further until she reached the ship's outer hull and caressed it with her fingertips.

Laughter bubbled up in her chest, another effect of the narcosis. She'd experienced it once or twice before and knew she could keep a level head as long as she stayed aware of her symptoms. It wasn't unpleasant, though it carried dangers, like making one overconfident and impairing mental acuity.

Knowing that, she waited to penetrate the wreckage until the group caught up, maintaining her depth and prepping her guide line. Listening to the sounds of the peaceful ocean pressing on her eardrums, she took in her surroundings. Except for the wreckage, she could see nothing but uninterrupted cloudy blue. She marveled at how small and insignificant she felt in that watery expanse.

Once she got inside the ship, she'd find a whole ecosystem of hidden lives. She'd explored wrecks at higher depths before and found local fauna like they were in a seek-and-find, sometimes startling both her and the animal before she snapped a quick photo and moved along.

Sonya was checking her dive computer and gas levels when the light overhead flickered as though something swam above her.

As she looked upward, she saw Janice flailing above, and a sense of unease crept up through the mild narcosis she was experiencing. Out of her peripherals, she saw the flash of movement again. She twisted around to see it, but was too slow. Then, she felt the water shift behind her.

Was it a shark circling? How had it gotten so close so quickly? Remaining calm but alert, she whipped around only to be overtaken by a cloud of black ink. Long, powerful tentacles latched onto her face, wrapping around her head and pushing under her dive mask, allowing the sting of salt water into her eyes before she shut them tightly and trapped herself in darkness. She felt the suction cups cling to her sparse, bare skin.

Panicking at the sudden attack, she thrashed as the creature grabbed onto her flailing arms with what felt like large hands that forced her limbs tight against her body. It pulled her close to a firm mass, and more tentacles wrapped around her petite form. She felt herself being dragged down, and the pressure in her lungs burned.

Her consciousness started to slip away as she was dragged deeper, and she had the feeling of the water warming as it raced past her before she slipped away.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Sonya was on a hard, wet surface when she awoke in complete darkness. She bolted upright, touching her face to check for damage and finding none she could feel. Her oxygen mask was missing, but her tanks were still strapped to her body. Her suit, on the other hand, felt ripped at the neck down to her small breasts. The air, wherever she was, felt warm and heavy against her skin, but it was breathable. A blessing. She shed her oxygen tanks, not wanting the extra weight on her.

Reflexively, she looked to her dive computer and hit the button to activate the backlight. It wasn't enough to light her environment, but it was enough to see the time and how much battery she had left.

It was four PM, and Sonya only had forty hours of battery left. She'd lost eight hours.

Quelling her rising panic, she hit the buttons to check other measurements, like depth and dive time, but found that her machine appeared to be broken. The other tabs either had no readings or, in the case of her compass, the arrow to indicate direction was missing entirely.

Grimly, she set about exploring her surroundings.

She felt around in that oppressive darkness. In front of her, she felt her hand slip into warm water. She couldn't feel the bottom as she reached down. Retreating, she got to her hands and knees and crawled in the opposite direction, one hand groping ahead of her. Eventually, she felt her hand connect with damp, jagged rock.

She was in a cave. Something had brought her to a cave.

Sonya followed the wall in one direction, until she came to the end of the floor and more water, making her retreat. Looking for an escape anywhere she could find it, she searched as high and low as she could reach along the wall as she went.

She stopped dead when she heard the unmistakable sound of the water's surface breaking and something hitting the stone floor. Sonya stood statue-still, facing the wall, praying that whatever it was couldn't see her, as she couldn't see it.

Whatever it was, it sounded like it was moving closer. Unfamiliar fear festered in her chest as she waited, not even daring to breathe, hoping it would return to the water.

That hope was short-lived.

A vice-like grip around her leg tugged her in the direction she had just walked away from, towards the water's edge.

Moving quickly, she kicked with her free leg. It was snatched by the ankle, toppling her to the floor and bruising her ass. She struck out with her fists as a tentacle wrapped around her face.

A loud, keening cry of protest filled the cave and Sonya's ears, setting her soul on edge at the inhuman screech. Its weight was on her then, bearing down on her and tearing at her equipment.

Terrified and unable to see her assailant, Sonya wildly fought the creature on top of her, but it managed to somehow pin her down at each arm and pull at her wetsuit.

"Noooo," she wailed, only to be choked as a tentacle snaked its way into her mouth and down her throat.

More slimy tentacles wiggled their way into her torn-open wetsuit, caressing her little tits and twisting around her dark brown nipples, smearing a viscous liquid over her skin. As much as she could while they were pinned down, she moved her forearms to push at the weight on top of her.

It felt her continued resistance and screeched its displeasure once more, writhing on top of her, grinding her body into the hard ground. Sonya wailed and gagged around the tentacle forcing its way down her gullet. She bit down, only for more tentacles to swarm around her head and squeeze her tightly before slamming her into the floor in swift punishment. However, it did retreat enough to allow her to breathe.

Her mind spun as her body went limp from the pain that flashed in her skull. Hands moved over her breasts and tore at her wetsuit, stripping her torso completely bare. Sharp nails bit into her bare flesh, making her squeal around the mass still exploring her throat. Sonya concentrated on quelling her gag reflex to keep from vomiting around the intrusion while she swallowed down the strange liquid coating it.

Something she identified as the feeling of smaller, thinner tentacles tickled her lower stomach and pushed into the bottom of her clinging suit, intertwining with the border of her bush. This brought on renewed efforts of resistance from Sonya, even as she felt a heat building in her lower belly and a slickness between her thighs.

As easily as it had pinned her down, it wrested the remains of her wetsuit from her body, still holding her down with large hands gripping her upper arms.

Her naked form pushed to the warm floor, Sonya felt tears escaping her eyes as tentacles tweaked her nipples and slipped between her legs to stroke her hairy pussy lips. She closed her legs as tightly as she could. A grumbling sound came from the creature above her as it wrenched open her thick thighs with an impossibly strong grip, flattening her.

How many hands does it have?

She wondered, horrified at the realization.

She was even more petrified when she realized that as it was grinding against her, she felt something hard leaving a wet trail on her abdomen to her mons. She could feel small bumps on it, and... there felt like more than one?

Garbled words of protest erupted from Sonya around the tentacle in her mouth. She could only wriggle helplessly as it steadily improved its aim, stroking lower and lower until it was caressing its wet hardness up and down her slit instead of her belly. The second stiff appendage trailed wetness along her puckered brown star, making her flinch.

It pitched forward, slipping between her pussy lips and then going still once its tip kissed her entrance. Spread open beneath the beast, Sonya cried out as she was pierced, not just in front, but a simultaneous intruder penetrated her sphincter, just as wide, if not wider, than the hard thickness spearing her cunt.

Groaning as she was stretched wide and still getting throat-fucked by a large tentacle, Sonya felt inch after brutal inch descend into her hot depths. Nubs on the cocks inside her pressed against her pussy and anal walls, massaging them as the creature shifted its hips back and forth, pulling out of her ever so slightly only to plunge deeper into her sopping-wet cunt, burning with need even as it ached. Her asshole was similarly hungry and lubed up by the thing's copious secretions, making its entrance in her backdoor, certainly not easy, but easier than it would be dry.

After excruciating moments of prolonged agony, it worked its way all the way inside, pressing flush against her pelvis with its smooth skin. It was bottomed out in her cunt, its cocktip--for she finally had to admit to what it was--pressing forcefully against her cervix. The other cock, thicker and longer, stretched her ass delectably. More than she'd ever done on her own with her toys, bigger than any partner she'd allowed inside her backdoor, and long enough to touch the bend in her intestines.

Putting more weight on where she was pinned so that she was laid even flatter and spread wider on the floor, it pulled almost all the way out of her, leaving just its tapered prick heads inside each of her holes. A massive cramp in her ass and a guttural cry straight from her throat registered before she understood what had happened. It was pulling out and slamming all the way into her with as much force as it could muster, stretching her on its thick shafts.

It was raping her holes.

And her body loved it.

Her cunt was soaked and squelching loudly as it clung to the invading cock plunging her love tunnel. Her slutty asshole was no better, convulsing on the massive prick turning her star into a circle. Both her holes were memorizing the bumpy rods slam-fucking them.

Sonya's eyes rolled back into her skull. The overwhelming pleasure of her tits being yanked and suctioned by tentacles, the feeling of her pussy being raped, and her asshole violated sent her over the edge.

Body shaking, tightening, and loosening all at once, she squirted from her tight, little cunt, wetting the beast rutting on top of her. Her holes squeezed and milked the lumpy cocks inside her, begging for their cum to fill her up.

Sonya's groans of pain had long since changed to moans of mind-boggling delight, and they continued on as such while it gripped her tightly, bruising her, and roared loudly as its cocks lurched inside her. It erupted, filling her cunt and asshole with hot fluid, shot after thick shot.

She could feel it overflowing in her cunt and leaking down past her occupied pucker. Her belly rumbled a complaint as it unloaded deep in her asshole, painting her colon.

It withdrew all but the tip of its tentacle from her mouth, which it entwined around her tongue, stroking it leisurely as she moaned against her will.

It released her arms, but kept her legs spread wide. Big hands squeezed her puffy tits, pulling hard at her tender nipples and massaging her tit-flesh.

"Pwease no moe," Sonya implored around the obstruction in her mouth. If the creature understood her, it didn't care. She reached out to push the thing above her, her hands meeting cool, rubbery skin.

Even though she could feel its cocks softening inside her, it started to thrust, uncomfortably filling her as it regained its rigidity slowly after emptying inside her so recently. Its lower tentacles found her clit and worked her engorged nub while it continued to rape her.

"I don wan ih! Pwease! Sop!" Her cries seemed to encourage it, if anything. It grew fully tumescent in no time and was jackhammering her, slamming into her cervix and bruising the seldom-touched barrier inside her.

How long it fucked her was a mystery, but how many times she came wasn't.

Thrice more, it wrung orgasms from her.

The most shameful of which occurred when it pierced her only untouched private place with a small tentacle.

At first, it tickled her urethra lightly, teasing it a smidge. Sonya hadn't expected it and couldn't prepare for it. It was already happening in that ever present darkness. It was inside. Forcing its way into a place that wasn't meant to stretch, it burned frighteningly.

Sonya screamed and started hitting the mass above her, prompting it to grab her wrists and pin them above her head. It stopped thrusting its cocks into her, leaving her feeling stuffed full in the holes she was familiar with. Her urethra, though, continued to get fucked by the little tentacle working its way deep inside. It felt wrong, but also like there was a building pressure underneath her clit from the inside.

Once it found a rhythm, it started moving its cocks, all three appendages leaving her at one time before slamming back inside to fill her up in ways she'd never even imagined.

The tentacle pushed into her bladder until she couldn't control herself. Urine burst forth from her as she climaxed, squirting piss and cum onto the creature as it fucked her stupid.

Finally, it came inside her again after what felt like hours, leaving her body sore and battered.

She collapsed backward onto the floor as it finally dismounted from fucking her. She heard it slide back into the water. Her cunt, asshole, and pisshole were wet and burned with the need to be penetrated further, her body craving more, despite how dead-tired she was. Delirious with need, but physically unable to move further, Sonya passed out.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

When she awoke, the first thing a traumatized Sonya did was vomit, overwhelmed by memories of her assault and her body's repeated betrayal.

Shoving those thoughts away to deal with another time, the second thing she did was check her dive computer.

Thirty-five hours left. Nine PM.

Getting to work, she rose on shaky legs, gasping when she felt the strange tickle of fluids flowing out of her cunt and gaped asshole down her thighs. It was distractingly slick between her legs as she walked along the wall of the cave, again feeling for an exit.

Sonya listened closely for any disturbances as she searched, dreading another encounter with the creature. She needed to find a way out before it came back to ravish her once more.

The longer it took her to find any escape, the more Sonya had to fight her budding terror. She'd spent so much of her life feeling absolutely fearless that she found the best she could do with those new feelings was to push them down to try to ignore them, though her racing heart and sweaty palms were difficult to overlook.

Relief washed over her when she felt a sudden breeze and followed it to a hole in the wall at the height of her belly button. Bending over, she experimentally traced the outside of the hole, judging its size mentally without the benefit of vision, before sticking her arm inside and turning on the backlight on her dive computer. The minuscule light illuminated the tiny space enough for Sonya to judge that she could fit.

She couldn't fit on her hands and knees; she had to belly-crawl inside, her bare skin scraping on the wet, coarse stone.

Almost immediately, she felt rock pressing on both her stomach and back, flattening her body. She could feel the air flowing through the passage, but what if the exit was too narrow? What if she was trapping herself in the dark, unable to move?

Considering turning back, she heard an ear-piercing shriek from behind as the beast came looking for her. It found the tunnel and made a scraping sound at the entrance, distressed cries bouncing off the stone in the confined space, making the creature sound disturbingly close. She felt the wet tip of a tentacle wrap around her big toe in an effort to pull her back.

Trying not to panic, struggling to control her breathing, she worked her way through the increasingly tight space and further away from her captor. The passage was so tight, she had to turn her head to the side to fit and forcibly exhale her breath to make her chest smaller to continue onward.

For the first time in her life, she was grateful she didn't have a big ass. If she were any thicker, she'd have been stuck permanently. Or worse, she could have been close enough to the entrance for the creature to retrieve.