The Encounter

With a quiet snick, Crystal closed her dorm room door behind her. It had been another long day of classes, and yet another day that others ignored her. Not that she blamed them that much. Crystal was nothing special to look at, with a plain face, long, mousy brown hair down to her waist, narrow hips and buttocks, and small breasts. The combination ensured that she remained a virgin, even at age 19, on her second year at college without a close friend or boyfriend. Her only boast, if she had the guts to boast anything, was her legs. She had long, smooth, blemish-free legs that she oiled and lotioned often. Crystal's roommate, in an attempt to draw her out of her shell, exclaimed more than once, "You have an awesome pair of legs, Crystal. If I were a guy, I'd probably get off having those long, creamy legs wrapped around me. Oh, shit! This is college, right? Maybe I would even get off with those legs wrapped around me!"

Crystal had felt too uncomfortable to answer her roommate as the more attractive Spanish girl revealed what might be a hint of lesbianism. Tory was a year older than herself and had already lost her virginity in high school. There was more than once that Crystal had abandoned all thought of her sanctuary when she heard Tory moaning away with some guy. The fourth time, she had actually stood there with her ear at the door, listening to Tory moan and the guy grunt, her own fingers working her to orgasm while she listened to her friend getting laid. Unlike Tory, who obviously had some good looks and the sense to use them, Crystal had no delusions about her lack of them. Other than masturbation, which never involved shoving fingers inside of herself, Crystal had no sexual outlet. Tory had offered her a large dildo one night, to which Crystal had politely refused.

"I don't think I'd ever be able to put anything inside like that," Crystal had hung her head, her face blushing brightly with embarrassment.

Tory had replied, "You'd be surprised how good it can feel with a big vibrator in your puss. Let me know if you need help, okay?"

This night, as Crystal tossed her textbooks on the cluttered desk and plopped onto her bed, kicking off her plain black shoes, her drab black skirt flowing up momentarily before fluttering back down over her legs. Crystal was tired, and she had a few hours with which to nap before her next class, so she set her alarm and fell asleep with her clothes on. Surprisingly, less than an hour later, it was more the feeling of a presence in her room than the stealthy rustling of something slipping into the room that woke her, but when she opened her eyes in the near dark of the room, she realized that something covered her eyes. It wasn't a blindfold of fabric, but of something large, and round that wrapped around her head. She tried to lift her hands to remove the object, but her arms and legs were bound by what felt like the same round object that blinded her. Her grogginess faded, and fear took its place. What if she was bound by some drunk college guys as a joke? Or maybe it was more than a joke. Her mouth went dry at the thought that maybe, despite her unattractiveness, she might be molested or...even raped. She opened her mouth to scream, and she suddenly felt something enter her mouth before a voice could be uttered.

The object was long and round, and very hard, yet pulsating, throbbing against her thin lips. A slightly bulbous tip rested on her tongue, but the object was wide enough that her mouth had to stretch a little to contain the object. To Crystal's panicked mind came the image of the vibrator that Tory had offered her, and she thought it might be similar to that, though this object was warm, not cold plastic. The next image in her mind was of a large, erect penis. She'd seen a few when she'd snuck a video from Tory's dresser, a porno with pictures of men with impossibly large penises buried in women's mouths or between their legs. In contrast, the object embedded in her own mouth seemed to be as large as the penises on the box. She'd watched it for only about five minutes before playing with herself right into an orgasm. Feeling guilty, she'd put the video back and hadn't seen it since. Presently, in addition to the object (penis?) in her mouth, somebody had his hands or something wrap around her small breasts, squeezing and playing with them through her black blouse. The thing in her mouth began slowly moving out an inch, and then back in, maybe three inches total in her small mouth at any time.

She struggled, trying to free herself, but the person or persons didn't respond with words, just continued to push the thing in her mouth and play with her little breasts. Whoever was doing this was pretty strong that her struggles seemed to have no effect. Another object began caressing her legs, lifting her long skirt as it did so, stroking up her calves to her knees, and then to her thighs, one on each thigh. He felt one of hands rip off her blouse, uncovering her gray bra and pale skin. The hands, when they touched her skin around her breasts, seemed less like hands, than like something else. Her fear intensified with the loss of her blouse, and she bit down on the object in her mouth, terrified now. Though, any man's flesh was sensitive and easily cut, this object was not so sensitive. In fact, it made no move to retreat, no howls of pain as her teeth clamped down, but instead it pressed even further into her mouth, almost five inches at once, and she gagged as it reached the back of her tongue, right at her throat. She gagged on it, and it stayed still, continually triggering her gag reflex, and she forgot that she was going to bite it off if necessary. It then moved back out of her mouth a little before plunging back in over and over, a bit like on the video when the women let the men put those monstrous penises in their mouths, and she realized that the object tasted slightly salty and throbbed continuously in her mouth.

One of the (not hands) things wormed its way under the front of her bra and lifted it up, and then it was suddenly unattached, accompanied by a loud snick of cloth being cut. Whoever this intruder or intruders were, they had a knife or a pair of sharp scissors, which made them armed. The bra was pulled away from her and discarded, and then the things wrapped around her small breasts again, now playing with her hardening nipples as well. She whimpered around the thrusting object in her mouth, feeling her body begin to respond a little by moistening between her legs. Then the skirt was lifted again by the objects on her thighs, another loud snick-snick, and the skirt was pulled from her, revealing her plain, gray panties. One of the objects on her thighs moved up and brushed her between her thighs, making her jump and instinctively try to shut her legs and deny it, but instead, whatever bonds held her ankles pulled her legs further apart in response. She felt exposed to whoever these sick bastards were, and she shook with anger as much as terror. Then, to her dismay, her panties were yanked forcefully down her legs and off, and she was totally naked before them. Suddenly, only seconds later, the thing that covered her eyes was removed, and she found herself boggling in disbelief at the monstrous...thing that held her captive.

It was enormous in total size, with more than twenty long, thick tentacles that writhed and wiggled. Each tentacle was capped by a bulb at the end, and looked very similar to impossibly long, large penises. Tentacles held her wrists and ankles, and two of them wrapped around her breasts, the tips teasing her nipples. Two more caressed her inner thighs, and yet another was moving in and out of her mouth. The beast, whatever it was, watched her from two large, black stalks with similar black eyes atop each stalk. She cried out in horror around the tentacle jammed in her mouth as more tentacles leisurely fondled her body, the tips glistening with clear liquid. One of the appendages between her legs was now directly caressing her moist vagina, making her shudder. As she stared on, some kind of orifice opened under the monster's eye-stalks, and something gray and wet slithered out, until it was almost as long as one of its tentacles. This could be its tongue, Crystal pondered wildly as it moved over her legs, licking, tasting, up more and more, until it rested at the opening of her vagina. Without a hesitation, it stroked up and down the inner lips, teasing her clit, startling a muffled cry from her, and lapping at her more, and her vagina responded more, getting wetter, the wetness now almost dripping down her buttocks to the bed. The tongue captured the escaping wetness, and delved its tip just between her inner lips, seeking more of the interesting liquid. The tentacle plunging in her mouth had gone even deeper, and she found she could breathe a little better if she did so through her nose. When she tried it out, her head cleared a little as the oxygen made it in.

Unable to make an effective struggle for freedom, she gave in, hoping it would finish quickly without ripping her in half. She sagged back against the bed, and as its tongue delved a bit deeper inside her, she even lifted her narrow hips in response. The long tongue moved within her, mimicking the actions of its tentacle in her mouth, only not as deep, maybe a few inches, and it wiggled within her, immediately stimulating several spots as sensitive as her clitoris, and she actually found herself enjoying its attention. Within a minute, she was brought to a powerful orgasm unlike any she'd ever given herself. She cried out, and her body spasms shook her. Her vaginal walls contracted around the tongue, and her wetness flooded it. It caught as much as it could before the tongue withdrew back into its mouth. Before her orgasm ended, she found herself lifted by the tentacles until it was positioned directly before its eye-stalks, right over its mouth, which opened again. The tongue returned to her vagina, resuming its manipulations, quickly making her climax a second time, and then a third before her second had even ended. She writhed in pure pleasure, and her cum dripped out and down its tongue into its waiting mouth. She was trembling by the time her fourth orgasm hit, and she felt so drained that she sagged in its grip. The tentacle that plunged halfway down her throat began throbbing much harder, and it withdrew enough so that the tip rested on her tongue for a few seconds before something thick and white spewed forth into her mouth, spurt after spurt splashed her mouth, flooding it quickly, and she tried to swallow it so that she could breathe, though most of it poured from her mouth onto her breasts, stomach, legs, and even into the monster's own open mouth. Finally spent, the tentacle was removed from her exhausted and cream-covered mouth, and she gasped for breath.

The tongue was removed, disappearing for the moment into its maw, and a few seconds passed as Crystal was held suspended in the air. She panted, her chest heaving, as she wondered if this meant that it was done, and a feeling of disappointment at the thought shocked her. She didn't have long to ponder this before a tentacle grazed against her drenched opening, making her jump in surprise. The tentacle was almost as large as the one that had been in her mouth, and it wiggled against her inner lips, spreading them. Was this the moment that she'd anticipated? The bulbous end of it pressed uncomfortably against her opening, pushing its way inside her, stretching her wide as the head slipped in. She cried out in pain at the intrusion, but it stopped just past the head, waiting as she grew used to the girth. After more than a minute, it suddenly plunged in almost seven inches, and she screamed with the pain. She looked down in shock at the tentacle buried deep in her, and shuddered as she saw the small tendrils of blood tracing down the length. Its tongue snaked out yet again, this time lapping up the virginal blood, moving at her entrance to get the rest, and the tentacle began moving, mating with her in slow, short strokes. She cried out in pain with each stroke, but then, incredibly, the pain dulled, and the underlying pleasure was noticeable.

Her cries became less and less those of pain and more of pleasure. Another tentacle moved to her mouth, and she opened it, allowing it entry. She even attempted to bring it pleasure even as the other one inside her began thrusting deeper, filling her in a way that the women on the video could never even dream of being filled. She sucked on the tentacle in her mouth, sending it deeper in her throat, moaning around the huge appendage. A third tentacle snaked its way near the one buried in her vagina, to the puckered entrance of her anus. It was thinner than the other two tentacles by half, but still quite large for what it intended. It spurted a bit of its stuff into her anus, and then began wriggling in, stretching it wide to facilitate its entry. Within a few minutes, all of her orifices were packed full of tentacle, and she was used for almost ten minutes of one orgasm after another, almost one continuous orgasm before, simultaneously, all three tentacles loosed a torrent of its stuff in her vagina, anus, and mouth. Once again, she struggled to swallow all of it, an impossible feat, and seemingly gallons of it exploded from her mouth, covering her in the milky, thick stuff. Then suddenly, other tentacles shot more stuff, bathing her in warm goo, the stuff all over the place. The tentacles in her holes withdrew finally, and she felt so empty even as more of its stuff poured from her stretched openings. She drifted into unconsciousness, thoroughly used, and was vaguely aware as she drifted that its tongue was cleaning her all over, even snaking deep inside each hole to collect the stuff it had spewed in her. It even cleaned the floor and bed of its remnants before placing her gently on the bed. She managed to slip under the covers before the world was lost to her for hours.

When she awoke, it was almost midnight. She jerked awake with a start, feeling incredibly sore.

"What happened?" she mumbled, and then her eyes opened wide as she remembered the monstrosity that had violated her so completely. She reached between her legs and touched the entrance to her vagina. It had regained its former tightness, but was so sore it hurt to even touch it. She felt reamed out. She realized dimly that she had missed her third class. A key rattled in the lock, and Tory strolled in. She looked at Crystal, who sat up in her bed, naked, her breasts bared just over the blanket. She shot her a confused look, knowing that Crystal never slept in the nude.

"Are you okay?" Tory asked, throwing her handbag on the small table in the corner of the room.

"Huh?" Crystal managed to get a foothold in reality, "Oh, sure." Crystal's mind whirled over the events of the evening. Where had it gone? It had definitely been too enormous to get through the door. Wherever it was, it had hopefully been satisfied with her. Maybe it would come back. She shivered, pleased by the idea. Maybe it would even come back while she and Tory were both here. Tory could then get screwed better and more completely than she'd ever dreamed. Those thoughts brought on wonders about Tory's thinly veiled suggestions of a lesbian encounter between them. If she could be screwed so thoroughly by a monster, being with another woman seemed so much less taboo. Maybe...