The Slutty Adventures of Lenore

[Narrator]: So then I was like, "Hey you fucking idiots, if you didn't like the goddamn cheeseburger, why'd you eat the entire fucking thing? And wouldn't you know that..." Huh? What? Oh, shit, I'm doing this narration thing again? You know, I really don't get paid enough for this bullshit. But, a man's gotta put food on the table and pay for his niece's Victoria's Secret lingerie for later at night, am I right? Anyways, uh, okay. As we last found Lenore in the second installment of this Godawful, barely proofread series, she had just been fucked silly by her entire roster of male relatives and had a 3-foot long, 26-inch circumference dildo shoved into her 18-year old pussy that somehow didn't kill her which apparently partially makes this a fantasy collection. So, expect more of that later on. A lot more. There's gonna be some weird shit for you sick fucks in this thing, so hang around if you're into that. But, yeah, an emo-er, goth?--definitely emo chick named Lenore has recovered from that experience and is on her way walking to school when dark, mysterious clouds begin to pass overhead...

Lenore was walking down the street when suddenly, an ominous, heavy breeze swept through, lifting her miniskirt up for one of the town degenerates to see as they drove by. This time, it was someone who actually hadn't seen Lenore's pretty, fat, pale ass in person. They honked at her, distracting her enough so that she dropped the hentai-filled manga she was reading, another breeze ripping it out of her hands. "Fuck," she muttered, walking over to the book to pick it up. A few steps away, the sky began to rumble, but it didn't sound like thunder. No thunder she'd ever heard, that is. It almost sounded as if the rumbling were some mystic, sinister utterings from the mouth of some ethereal being above her in the sky. Goosebumps rose on her skin and her heart skipped a beat. Then, a deep, black vortex opened up in the clouds, the wind kicking up into a sort of funnel that pulled the sticks, leaves and debris from the ground, creating a cyclone. Lenore, panicked, went to dive for her book but was blinded by a bright flash or red light, energy like a bolt of lightning cracking down and striking its pages.

Lenore watched in amazement as the pages began to flutter, its images swirling into the same vortex that was in the sky. The covers slammed shut on the ground, the pages melting away into a rift that began to sprout upwards and empty into the streets with a blood-red aura spreading out like a fog. Lenore took a step back, a chill running down her spine. She turned and began to run, but from the rift shot a long, diabolical tentacle that snaked through the air. As if it were tasked with hunting her down, it pointed in her direction and shot out. Before she could hit her full stride, the tentacle grabbed her by her ankle and knocked her to the ground. It pulled, infinitely stronger than her. She felt as if she were some sort of doll in the hands of a fully grown man. "Oh shit!" Lenore was pulled backwards into the rift where blackness consumed her consciousness as she entered another plane of existence.

"What the fuck," Lenore moaned, her body aching from what felt like a big fall. She opened her eyes and saw that she'd been transported to some dark, dingy cell. It was small, just big enough to accommodate her body that had been lying in the fetal position. Beyond the bars of the cell were large, black marble walls that seemed to stretch into a bleak void above. The only light came from torches that were hanging from the walls about ten feet up, each spread the same distance apart.

It was quiet, and cold. She lay in dirt that felt as if it'd known the bodies of many others, just like her. The setting felt familiar. She'd never been here. Hell, she'd never left her small, shitty hometown. But, she felt as if she'd seen this place somehow. The cell door before her had a latch on the outside that was kept in place by a rusty bolt. "Ah," she groaned, lifting her arm up from an awkward position, trying to fit it through the bars. Eventually, she managed to twirl her fingers so that the end of the metal was precariously jostling at her fingertips. Lenore strained, gaining just enough leverage to daintily grasp it in three fingers, gradually pulling it out enough so that she could relax a bit. She adjusted herself again and more comfortably removed the bolt the rest of the way, letting it hit the stone floor with a loud

clang

that reverberated through the hall before her. She pushed the cell door open and crawled out, getting to her feet as she scanned her surroundings.

Then, it hit her. This was the labyrinth from the manga series she read. She remembered being dragged into some ethereal portal by a tendril, but she couldn't wrap her head around any of it. There was no way this was real, but, as she took it in, it was beginning to look like it couldn't be anything else.

"This is... not great," Lenore said after a few minutes of walking around. She'd already taken a few turns through the stony maze and was now convinced she was inside of her manga which was in actuality, more of an illustrated japanese pornographic comic. Not sure what to do, she reluctantly set out to find the exit. However, beyond any corner was the potential for catastrophe. Then, in what was a huge moment of relief, she turned a corner to find a long stretch of a corridor that apparently led to a large pair of wooden, double doors that she identified as the way out in her manga. Usually, though, finding the exit was never that easy. Nervousness set in as she quickened her pace, almost as if she believed her way out could be stolen from her in the blink of an eye.

She got a few dozen feet down the corridor when it became apparent that not all was as it seemed, stopping in her tracks as what appeared to be the remaining length of the corridor was... indescribably still. Slowly, she approached and groaned as her head smacked into an unmoving, stone wall.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," Lenore said, realizing that corridor was actually a well-made mural that existed to serve as an optical illusion. However, as she examined the wall, she realized that the large (now realized to be much smaller) wooden doors were real. They were inset in the wall at about the height of her chest. While they were far too small for her to crawl through, there was a chance they held something of value. Without a second thought, she jimmied a slender finger in between the door and the wall and pried it open. It took opening the door just a half inch before both sides flung open with terrifying force. Lenore fell back, cushioned by her thick, young ass and came face-to-eye with something lurking within the hole. The large, glowing yellow eye darted back and forth, enveloped in utter darkness. It quickly set its gaze on Lenore and its pupil dilated, the eye narrowing as if it were targeting her. Lenore got to her feet and turned to run, but again, was ensnared by her leg.

Gwoooh gwooooh gwoooh

. The walls of the labyrinth shook as the entity from within bellowed, rattling the very fibers of Lenore's being. She turned and saw that her leg was caught by a large, thick tentacle and another was now snaking through the hole. Lenore struggled to free herself but writhed uselessly as she was suspended in the air by a single tentacle while the other slowly waved through the air, undulating towards her. The tip of the tentacle got inches from her face when Lenore realized it looked off. Slowly, the tip spread apart, slick ooze forming a mucus coated membrane around another eye that had been sheathed by the slimy, leathery flesh of the beast. It inspected Lenore, its pupil taking in every inch of her. As they observed each other, Lenore failed to notice that a third tentacle had crept out of the hole and was now at her backside. A tugging sensation alerted her to its presence just before she realized it was trying to pull what little clothes she had on, off.

"No, stop! Stop it you fucking goddamn monster!" The creature ignored her pleas, sending a fourth tentacle much like the first and third out to assist. She was quickly enveloped by tentacles, her body absorbing their weird, pulsating warmth that emanated off them like heat on the blacktop. They squirmed and wriggled, making her skin crawl as she was forcibly disrobed, shreds of her clothes being torn off, but by bit. It took only a minute before she was left in her panties and bra. She felt her tits being pulled into her body, one of the tentacles tugging at the clasp of her bra.

"Ah," she cried, her nipples getting hard from the sudden rush of adrenaline and cortisol. Her bra snapped off, falling to the ground and leaving her exposed, her fat tits hanging down just a bit. She put her hands around them to cover herself, leaving her crotch defenseless as the tentacles went to work tugging at her panties. They too were torn off without any real effort, but they were held onto, the tip of the tentacle delicately grabbing them. She watched as it approached her face, moving to within just inches of her. She was so focused on that one that she was oblivious to a second quickly tugging at her chin, forcing her mouth open so that the first could stuff her crumpled panties inside. "Mmmm," she moaned, her voice muffled.

Gwoooh

. Her body felt the tremors running up the tentacles, her bones reverberating from the deep, guttural tone of the beast. She was unable to fight back as one tentacle began to wrap its tip around her right tit and squeeze with a good amount of force. She felt small, innumerable suction cups gripping her delicate flesh that snaked their way up to her nipple in a tight, circular pattern. She felt the very thin tip of the tentacle almost begin to pull and twist her nipple, making her teenage cunt instantly warm. A fifth tentacle appeared, the tip of this one different from the normal three she'd been dealing with, but also not the same as the one with the eye that continued to observe her. It approached her free tit and also began to open up, but inside this one was a dark, slimy opening that revealed a thinner, almost whip-like pink tongue. It very much resembled the mouth of some sort of bizarre anteater and it put its opening on her tit, sucking on it as the tongue slithered and writhed all around. It sucked on her flesh harder than any vacuum she's ever encountered and almost felt as if it were trying to devour her flesh. However, she remained very much intact as the assault on her body continued.

"Mmmm," Lenore continued to moan, observing the tentacle with the eye slithering down to her pussy which was now very moist. Her puffy lips quivered from the thorough nipple play she was receiving, and the one tentacle had taken notice. The eye got closer and closer until it was almost just touching her slit. Then, it began to undulate rather fervently, as if it were gearing up for something. Lenore could only writhe in the air as she saw the eyeball-tipped tentacle which was the size of a horse cock push into her cunt. Her tightness resisted it, but it was futile and she could begin to feel the appendage wriggling around her depths. It was large but unlike a dick, it moved in ways she couldn't comprehend.

It was very curious, retracting, going deeper, folding over itself, coiling up and twisting-it was maddening. Lenore could feel it exploring her teenage depths with the curiosity of an artist at the Louvre. She swore she could even feel the eye blinking from within. It filled her so completely that every tiny bit of its being was evident, running against every one of her nerve endings. Then, a humongous wave of pleasure shot up her spine as she felt the tip of the tentacle retract a bit closer to her pussy's entrance. It stopped directly at her g-spot and she could tell it was observing it. Lenore's cries of euphoria were blocked out by her panties as the tentacle began to suddenly and fiercely vibrate with the intensity of an angry hornet's nest. It felt more intense than any sex toy had ever been on her clit and she climaxed instantly, squirting on the eye and breaking into a series of uncontrollable shudders that rocked her body like cosmic waves of concentrated ecstasy. They were so intense that she lost control of her bladder and a mixture of fuck juices and urine piddled down the length of the tentacle.

Lenore felt as if she were birthing a universe and was the mother of wonder as stars crossed into her vision and she was taken away from the lonely depths of the labyrinth into some amazing, astral ascension. Drool ran down her face as her orgasm slowly subsided, the tentacle from her pussy now gone. She'd been set on the ground on her back and was now looking into what should've been the open air, but a cluster of tentacles so thick obscured her vision. There were dozens of them now, and all different sorts. She stared helplessly at the regular, pointed tentacles, countless eyes, mouths with tongues, and a sickeningly new variety that seemed to sheathe what could only be described as the head of a penis.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," Lenore shouted, pulling the panties from her mouth. Her legs were so weak from the stimulation, though, that she was rendered immovable. Two tentacles went and bound her wrists, holding her in place for two dick tentacles to start prodding both her pussy and asshole. They were gentle at first, but their timid nature went out the window within moments. Lenore felt the tentacle pushing its way up her tight ass the most. Her intestines quivered, trying to accommodate the preposterous length and girth of the intruders. Her ass began to ache but, conversely, her pussy was already enjoying the tentacled rape fucking. She could see both masses writhing under her skin and it was surreal to feel them in real time moving inside her guts. She felt her womb being fucked hard and deep as the tentacle in her ass explored its depths. She'd never thought she could take anything so long, but she felt almost accomplished as her intestines took the outlandish colonoscopy.

The tentacles rubbed against her skene's gland (the "female prostate" for you uneducated folks) in such a way that she came, instantly slathering the tentacle in her pussy with a white, frothy substance as it continued to pound her cervix. While this was happening, more tentacles began to play with her tits again, but another ocular fitted tentacle approached her lips and took advantage of opportunity as she moaned in unending pleasure, traveling down her throat. She felt the tentacle snake its way down her esophagus and into her stomach where it seemed to stop, almost as if it were searching for something.

Lenore's nervous system was screaming in both agony and ecstasy as every inch of her body was explored by the being lurking within the labyrinth. The coiled tentacle that was desperately trying to infiltrate her womb was going mad, pummeling her insides in a way that felt as if she were being drilled into. The drilling ceased just momentarily, its length suddenly expanding and pulsating. The tentacled monster's dick inside of her pussy came, filling her with a thick, hot seed that shot out like water from a fire hose. Her womb expanded, unable to retain the gallons of cum that were being forced into her depths. Cum gushed out from her pussy like creme from a donut whose piping bag was suddenly squeezed for all it was worth. Just the sensation of the hot, thick cum ebbing against her g-spot flung her into the throes of pleasure.

At the same time, the tentacle inside her ass also came, filling her ass with as much semen as the several feet of her intestinal tracts could retain. The tentacle that had stopped in her stomach pulled itself out, its curiosity satisfied as Lenore lay on the ground, her holes dripping with cum. One by one, the tentacle returned back to the hole from inside the doors, leaving their prey helpless and nude on the ground.

[Narrator]: Will this journey through the labyrinth continue, or will the writer return Lenore to her shitty hometown with as little retconning as possible? Will she ever get tired of having her teenage holes being abused by anyone and everyone, including probably more tentacles because Literotica won't let me insert creatures that are too understandably animal-like which would constitute bestiality? Will my niece let me fuck her raw next week because it's my birthday and daddy knows she's ovulating? Find out the answers to all of these questions and more in the next episode of Dragon Ball Z.