I couldn't hold back a sigh of pure bliss as I sank into the warm mud pool, all the way up to my shoulders. I'd been looking forward to visiting the mud baths for months now, and finally
I'd managed to secure one of their rare, sought-after appointments. They only accepted one booking per month, and their demands were rather bizarre: clientele could only be female, not on their period, and "adventurous", whatever that meant.
I had to assume they were just extremely exclusive - and I could understand why, given the surroundings.
After being dressed down, wrapped in a satin robe and guided through the reception area, an attendant had opened the door leading to the mud baths, which were surrounded by lush, quiet woodlands.
"You'll be collected in three hours," she told me in a soft voice, with a small smile. "No one will disturb you until then. If it chooses you, do not fight ... it is a blessing to be chosen. Good luck." And with that cryptic tidbit, she all but shoved me into the woodlands and locked the door behind me.
Since then, as she'd said, I hadn't been disturbed. Nor had I experienced any reason to question why they'd asked for 'adventurous' females. Instead, I'd simply done nothing but relax, paddling through the mud at a lazy pace. The mud, the pamphlet claimed, had special properties, thanks to its location in the woodlands. I'd assumed the properties were to do with cleansing and purifying skin, but as I swam round and round the massive pond, I couldn't help but notice my body becoming... well ... aroused.
Was it just the feeling of mud against my skin? Or something more?
At any rate, I soon found myself leaning against one of the shallow embankments, running my hands over my body through the thickened mud, massaging it into my aching breasts, flicking my nipples until they were painfully erect.
I bit my lip and looked around. Surely they wouldn't have cameras hidden in the scrub? Maybe, if I just let off a little steam in the mud, they'd never have to know...
With a mischievous giggle, my hand strayed lower, to where my pussy was positively tingling in the muck. I hesitated at the idea of fingering myself, given what I was swimming in, but my clit was all but begging for attention, and suddenly I was overcome with a wave of hot, needy lust.
I'd never been this aroused before in my twenty-two years of life. I'd never had reason to be, after all - I was (embarrassingly enough) a virgin.
Virginal or not, I couldn't help frantically running my hands over my torso and thighs, my brain nearly feverish with this superb and unusual sensation. The world was blurring around me, until my every breath seemed a hundred times louder than usual, my blood running hot in my veins, my fingers shaking as they cupped my mound and I humped against my palm.
So, when I felt something slide up the inside of my leg under the mud, logically I knew I should've screamed, but instead something similar to a keening moan escaped me.
More things - slimy, slippery, like eels or snakes - crawled against my skin, coaxing my legs apart as I leaned back into the muddied embankment, uncaring for it mussing my hair and dirtying my face.
I managed to open my eyes and focus my vision enough to see tentacles - tentacles! - snaking across the mud towards me, bulbous and thick as my forearm. Right as I went to scream in terror, however, something clamped onto my needy pussy and suckled - hard - and the scream turned to one of delight.
I thrashed about in the mud as whatever it was continued to suck and writhe against my labia, something like a sucker smacking against my clit under the mud.
The tentacles took hold of my wrists and ankles, their grip tight enough to threaten but not hurt, and repositioned me so that I was on my hands and knees in the shallow mud, the pond lapping against my stiff nipples with every splash the tentacles made.
