It is....difficult to describe Roger. He didn't quite look like an octopus. His head wasn't quite as bulbous. It was more narrow. He had eight tentacles, but none of the suckers or hooks typical of octopi or squid. They were thick and scaly, like a boa constrictor or eel; and one tentacle, the thickest one actually, looked ominously like a big, long....well, Roger was male.
He didn't have a beak, just a pink slit, "Looks like a pussy," Porneau giggled; between the curious tentacle and Roger's mouth, "Roger can literally fuck himself." His color was bluish-gray, with rust-colored blotches splattered across the skin. His eyes were black slits in golden orbs.
Armand laughed; he thought it was fun. He never considered himself sadistic, just a man with a perverted sense of humor. "So I like scaring women," he thought, "Man! Look at those boobies bounce!"; besides Roger wasn't going to hurt her, "He just wants to play."
Tiffany...eeehhh, didn't appreciate Roger's playful intentions. She splashed frantically towards the floor; her terror dampened the water's arousing effects. "Goddageddawaygoddageddaway! Whatisthisthing!" raced through her mind, journalistic ambition subsumed by survival instinct. She almost cried in relief when her feet touched the bottom.
"Go Tiff! Get to the door! Get to the door!" She didn't get far. The water slick tiles on the floor made traction impossible. Tiffany found herself unable to ascend the slope. Her panicked backward crawl became almost comic.
"Oh noooo!!" she screamed as, to her extreme horror, she slid on her ass back into the pool. "No! No! Get away! Help!" Tiffany screamed as she kicked at the tentacles, trying to wrap around her ankles. One tentacle found purchase and dragged her, shrieking, into the water.
Roger's eyes blinked impassively, as he managed to get a tentacle around the other leg. "Aaah! No! Help!" she shrieked, weeping with terror. Much of what occurred next happened below the surface.
Using his tentacles, Roger held Tiffany above his body. Only Tiffany's head and breasts were above the water. The water's clarity, in spite of her panicked thrashings, allowed the blonde to see everything.
A tentacle wrapped around her waist, just below the navel. "No! No! Get off!" Tiffany pounded at it with her fists. She tried to grab it but the tentacle was oily and slick, thwarting her attempts.
The tentacle around her ankle, snaked up the calf, spiraling to the upper leg, while its opposite enwrapped the other. Tiffany watched in horror as the creature parted her legs to either side of its body. "Oh God! Oh God! Nooo! What's it doing?!" she cried.
"I'd like to know too," a bemused Porneau concurred. He switched to the underwater cameras and zoomed on her pelvic area. Porneau got a good, clear view of Tiffany's bush and pussy, with her asshole just below it. When he saw what Roger was up to, he laughed and pressed the recorder, "Well, it worked on the dolphins."
Tiffany watched in shocked horror as the creature did something completely unexpected. A tentacle slithered over her left thigh, across her short cut bush, to her pussy. Its tip divided into two tiny fingers. The fingers delicately parted her pussy lips, exposing her vulva.
The struggling blonde had to cope with a flood of arousal, as water washed over her clit. "Urrg! What is this thing doing?!" she asked a second time. Her answer came when the creature's thick, curiously shaped tentacle swam towards her open cunt.
Tiffany now knew what was about to happen, "Oh no! Not that! Not there!" She increased her struggles, trying to reach beneath to grab the tentacle. The appendage darted away from her desperate fingers.
