All characters in this story are at or above the legal age of 18. This story contains nonconsent/reluctance which may not be suitable for all readers. You have been warned.
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Rusty keys turn the ignition off, making the worn engine sputter smoke. I cough the fumes from my lungs as I finish hitching the overpriced boat rental to the island's only dock.
Did they really only have a speedboat left? I'll add that to her bill.
An insufferable voice caws through the radio, "It better be spotless, Valentine! I'm not my father. Fuck around and you won't see a cent!"
Speak of the devil.
I mutter under my breath, hanging my head as I reluctantly squeeze the transmitter's Push-To-Talk. "Copy that, your Highness," I growl.
"Spotless, Valentine! One week!" The radio bleeds static, a predictable consequence for drop kicking it with a work boot.
I'll add that to her bill, too.
I light my last smoke, surveying the outdated bungalow from afar.
Must be hard, being a heiress and all. Two estates and the hotel weren't enough, so she needs to flip the old man's private getaway into an AirBnB.
I exhale my first drag, listening as the only sounds are crashing waves into caribbean sand. Even that sound is faint. The inside of a seashell is louder.
Getting to work, I slave until sunset, groundskeeping the lavious, imported flora.
Sequoia, Bonsai, Orchids, - African Blackwood? This island was the rich man's own Animal Crossing.
Exhausted, the night surprises me as I complete my tasks.
Unhitching the boat, I flip the ignition.
I flip the ignition.
I - The ignition won't flip.
"No! I'm so tired. Work! Please just work!" I whine, shaking myself against the steering wheel.
It's too dark to use the life raft without a flashlight, and I don't think this situation really warrants using the flare gun. I'll just sleep here until morning.
I sigh in acceptance, kicking off my socks and boots as I slump onto the rubbery couch cushions. The cold night air and rocking waves makes me feel safe, and daring.
I swivel my head, briefly checking for any signs of life as I strip out of my denim shorts and bikini.
The moonlight's beam tickles my summer tan, sending goosebumps over my naked body. I bite my lower lip, slipping my hand between my thighs, only to drift to sleep from exhaustion.
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I awaken before dawn, feeling the heavy pressure of a weighted blanket. As my vision blurs, adapting to the dim night sky, I see the moon reflecting light onto a massive gelatinous creature that's resting on my front.
My hand is still between my thighs, protecting my nether region from this thing. However, its cool flesh is covering every inch of my bodice from my neck down.
"Wh-What the fuck. What the fuck!" I scream, knowing it's futile that someone will hear me.
Is this a Man-O-War? Do they get this big?! Cthulhu?!
A spaghetti mix of tentacles slither around me, like ant feelers trying to identify an object. My nipples harden as its arms prod every curve of every muscle, massaging my defenses.
The round, baton-thick tentacles coil over my appendages and slowly pull them apart, exposing my perky breasts and cleanly shaven pussy.
"Get off! Oh my god!" I squirm, fearful of flesh ripping suckers and jellyfish stingers.
This will hurt so much. This will-
My back arches as I involuntarily press myself against its translucent chest, the monster revealing its tongue by greeting my labias with a gooey lick.
My face burns hotly with shame as the jellyfish-like behemoth discovers the juices of my desperate lust.
"Is this a prank? Whoever it is, stop it! Show's over-"