Prize and Punishment

"Sometimes, an adventurer's only reward is whatever he seizes from his enemy." - attributed to Hanzo "Ironfist" Valeditch

Levi Zathone is my OC.
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"Necromancers." Levi Zathone scoffed, fluttering into the cave. Death-bending power-hungry wastes of air. He could sense their magic inside this cave. He normally left things like this alone, but this group was smart enough to stay on the move-no adventurers had been able to keep track of them. He could use a keep-healthy session anyway.

After flitting down a passageway, Levi came to a large room that wouldn't be out of place outside an ancient temple. Crumbling pillars did nothing to support the ceiling, but support wasn't what they were for. Short staircases formed little hills along the room. Levi spotted his quarry: 5 necromancers, mostly spread around the room but two women chatted idly.

The fairy silently crept to the left, deciding to take down he closest necromancer first. Moving around while small was harder than it looked-when you were 11 inches tall, everything seemed an acre away. After a minute or two, he stood behind his chosen target. He cricked his neck as a thought drifted across his mind: "Time to get to work."

"Peek-a-boo, pigbrain." The fairy snapped his fingers as the necromancer turned around, growing in size while swinging his fist. He timed it perfectly-his fist made contact with the necromancer's face just as he turned around, and the sorcerer was knocked out instantly.

The other necromancers heard the thud as their comrade hit the floor and turned around, drawing wands. The fairy took cover behind a pillar as 4 spells soared at him. He didn't have a chance fighting at range against 4 of them-he'd have to get in close and use his fists. They'd likely hesitate in case they shot each other by accident.

In truth, size-changing came in a lot more useful than flight when fighting like this. Turning from 5ft6 to 11 inches tall made you nearly impossible to hit. As proven as Levi ducked and dived around and between the various spells they shot at him. He dashed behind a short staircase and silently crept around it. He speed-bursted his way behind a pillar and waited. There was a necromancer on the other side of this.

"Where did he go?!" One of them shouted.

"Behind that staircase." another answered "He hasn't taken off again, though. Annoying flies."

Levi dashed around the pillar and found himself in front of a necromancer who was taller than the others. The others hadn't noticed him-they were too focused on the spot he'd disappeared. Levi snapped his fingers and lay a fist into the tall necromancer's pointed nose. He followed it up by grabbing the elf around the waist and lifting him backwards. The elf landed hard and Levi thrust his legs, kicking himself back into standing.

Levi threw a flare in an arc and the other 3 necromancers scattered to dodge it. One of them dived directly into the fairy's line of fire, and Levi punished his mistake with a Silence spell and a kick to the face. The fairy rolled to the side behind another pillar but was hit by a stray flame spell. He threw another flare blindly and heard a small yelp as one the sorcerers barely avoided it.

Seizing his small chance, Levi's hand dived under his skirt and rapidly stroked his cock. After just a  few seconds,the pleasure swelled up and the burn on his shoulder slowly disappeared, along with the searing pain. Levi silently thanked the gods for giving fairies their self-heal ability and snapped, changing sizes.

The necromancers knew about his size changing now, and he came under fire from spells. Thinking quickly, he snapped his fingers to grow again and sent a flash of light from his wings. The sorcerers all covered their eyes, blinded by the light. Levi sped towards the closest necromancer, picked her up by the throat and slammed her to his other side.

The fairy turned around a threw another flare. This time his aim was true: the flare hit the left necromancer and he was knocked over as it exploded. The necromancer began rolling around, trying to put the small fire on his robes. Seizing his chance, Levi flew into the last necromancer, pinned her to the ground and punched her directly on the nose. The satisfying crack was all he needed to hear.

"You little-" the broken-nosed necromancer spoke. Another punch from Levi, this time to the side of the head, shut her up.

That can't have been all of them. There was always a leader. He felt a tap on his shoulder and wheeled around to see the necromancer he'd Silenced. The necromancer cast a spell at the wall and a rectangular stone fell, revealing an opening. Levi looked back at him and he was pointing to his throat, clearly wanting his voice back.

"The spell will wear off in another minute." Levi told him, walking through the opening.

He'd entered a large chamber-it was clearly a sacrifice room. He stood a short ways above an ornately decorated table. A male orc, naked to the skin, was tied down and struggling, a leather strap over his mouth. The arch-necromancer knelt at the orc's side about to plunge a knife into the victim's chest.

Okay, necromancy was bad enough. But human sacrifices? That did it.

The fairy took off and dived with a battle cry that resounded around the chamber. Before the arch-necromancer could do anything but look over in shock, Levi delivered a powerful blow to his face, knocking him off balance. Levi had to end this quickly-he couldn't let the sorcerer build up any momentum. To that end, the fairy had an excuse to use his most powerful move.

The fairy grabbed the arch-sorcerer by the robes and took off into the air. He back-flipped off his enemy and charged his body with phantom magic before teleporting above his foe. He dived straight downwards-through his enemy-and landed foot-first on the floor, dissipating the phantom magic. He flew straight upwards, grabbing the necromancer by the throat and rising to the cave's ceiling before turning himself over in the air and speed-bursting them both directly into the ground. They crashed into the floor with an explosion of rainbow-coloured light, and a split second later Levi fluttered out, unscathed. He half-wished there was enough room to do the whole move, but the laconic version seemed to work just fine.

The arch-necromancer didn't even stir; he was dead. "Justice for everyone you killed." Levi muttered to the corpse. Levi looked over to the sorcerer he'd Silenced, who'd followed him into the chamber and had clearly just seen the display. Levi told him "You still breathe only because you directed me in here. Don't let me catch you performing this kind of magic again." he struggled not to smile at the man's look of terror as he nodded quickly and ran.

Levi fluttered over to the orc and took the leather strap off his mouth. He'd started untying the orc's legs when he spoke "Rescued by a fairy..." the orc didn't trouble to keep his voice low "How shameful..."

"What? Not even a thank you?" Levi teased. He got the first knot undone and the orc's left leg was free.

"Thanking you for just happening to stumble in here in time to save me?" the orc asked gruffly "Not likely."

The fairy stopped untying his other leg and pouted "Well, you're just plain rude." It was obvious this orc wasn't the type to thank barmaids or healers either.

A lewd idea came to Levi. Maybe the orc would be more polite if he wasn't so pent up. It had been a while since the redhead had taken a cock big enough to actually hurt... and this orc's shaft fit the bill nicely.

The fairy smirked and spoke "Well, if you won't thank me with your words, I see no reason not to milk a thank you out of your cock instead."

"Don't you dare, you little quean!" the orc roared.

"With language like that, I'm tempted to scrub your chops out." Levi teased. "If that's all your mouth has to say, then I don't see any use for it." the fairy took the leather strap and replaced it over the orc's mouth. "In fact..." a cruel idea came to him.

He placed a finger on the orc's forehead and the orc's eyes shut tightly. The orc tried to open them but to no avail. Now the orc would know nothing but the fairy's moans of rapture and the smell of their sweaty intimacy. And that would make the feeling of Levi's tight rear even stronger. Levi almost wished he could put the same spell on himself, but he wouldn't be able to take it off.

"MMMPH!" the orc roared through the strap, but Levi paid him little mind. He had a reward to claim.

He plunged and gripped the base of the orc's cock. It was so thick, Levi could only fit half of his hand around it. Levi could feel himself getting hard already. The orc's cock was slowly hardening as Levi caressed it too. It was only semi-hard, and Levi was grateful it wasn't getting any thicker; he'd have trouble taking this thing as is.

The fairy's tongue touched the base of the orc's shaft, and Levi relished the strong taste as he licked it to the tip. His lips instinctively wrapped around the head and he sucked longingly. The orc involuntarily jerked his hips and some of the cock was shoved into the redhead's mouth. He briefly gagged in surprise and took the huge shaft out.

"Wow. You're already eager to get going?" he teased, slapping the orc's cock against his face thrice. "I need to get you ready first."

Levi's mouth descended on the orc's cock again. He half-wanted to see if he could deepthroat all of it, but another side of him told him to take this slow; drag it out and squeeze every minute he could before his restraint snapped. Hmm... teasing first, then deepthroat.

He planted small kisses all around the length and girth of the meat, rubbing his face on it, guiding it around his features. He took the heavy balls and placed a kiss on each of them too. They felt so full. He half wished he'd worn lipstick. His tongue licked the length from base to tip again and the orc shuddered.

Levi stopped holding it for a second just let the cock rest on his face. He sniffed deeply, breathing in the scent. He let out a sigh of contentment before his hands wrapped around it. His hands caressed and stroked the huge shaft as his tongue lashed at it from every direction. The taste was so strong... So potent... He felt his self-discipline breaking with every second that passed. He wanted this cock. No, he hungered for it...

The redhead began to suck the head again, but pushed himself downwards. He'd still have to go slowly. His mouth measuredly filled with the orc's meat. It was taking every bit of restraint the fairy still had intact to not just take the whole thing in one attempt. He pushed down a bit further and the orc jerked again. Levi would have smiled if he could.

Levi was nearly at the base. He could feel the cock stretching his throat. Breathing through his nose, the fairy forced himself downwards one last time and felt his bottom lip touch the orc's huge sack. He couldn't do anything more-his tongue was pinned to the base of his mouth and he couldn't suck because the cock nearly reached his stomach.

Mustering all the self-control he still had, he pulled himself off of the huge shaft in one forceful movement. Grateful to be able to breathe properly, Levi couldn't help but admire the way his spit made the orc's cock glisten. By now, the fairy was beyond eager to feel this thing tear him apart.

He brushed his hair out of his eyes and squatted over the orc's waist. Levi reached behind him, gripped the huge shaft and lifted himself up with his legs. He perched himself on the pole, made sure his hole was lined up with the cock, took a deep breath-in... out-and pushed downwards.

"Ah... AAAAAAAH!" The fairy screamed as he slid down the orc's huge shaft. It felt like his ass was tearing in half. And he wasn't even halfway. He took another deep breath in, then out, and willed himself to push downwards further. It hurt like Helvete, but Levi's shaft jutted outright, and a drop of golden nectar leaked onto the orc's midriff.

He felt his asscheeks slap against the orc's thighs and felt the inner pressure build to it's peak. Levi stroked his cock once and the surge of pleasure overwhelmed the fairy: his cock spurted three shots of nectar onto the orc's torso.

Levi felt the orc relax under him and laughed through his panting. "Oh... You think... it's over... because I've cum? ...No such luck... I'm afraid." Levi smirked mischievously. He could feel his breath returning. "You're not getting out of it... that easy. I said I was going to milk a thank you out of this thing... and that's just what I intend to do."

He didn't think he'd withstand taking it from the tip down again (at least not without passing out from sheer pleasure), so he got on his knees before continuing. The redhead lifted himself up again before dropping back onto the orc's thick cock with loud smack that echoed around the room. He bit his lip to help himself push through the pain as he lifted himself up and smacked down again.

Slowly, the fairy felt his hole stretching out, accommodating the large intrusion. He began to ride the orc slightly faster. Very slightly. But his own cock was steadily leaking a gold liquid that was forced out with every push onto the orc. Instead of bursts of pleasure with every thrust, Levi's being felt like he was still undergoing his first orgasm, and every time that monster filled his ass, the rapture peaked and he came a little more. This was heaven.

Levi bent forwards as his pushing became gradually faster, and he let his tongue wash over the orc's toned chest. It tasted sweeter than what Levi expected. The orc visibly recoiled at the sensation, so Levi repeated the action multiple times, each lick making the orc cringe (or as close as he could get to it).

Levi started thrusting forwards with the orc's cock inside him. The feeling as it shifted back and forth inside him... it felt divine. He then began wiggling his hips from side to side, the sensation of which nearly caused him to have a second orgasm while still having his first. The fairy decided to just stick to pushing downwards.

The fairy was well and truly stretched out now, so he began pushing down onto the orc harder and faster. Levi didn't want to break his rhythm by getting onto his feet to take the whole thing, so he settled for just lifting himself as high as he could go on his knees. Which was quite a bit over the halfway mark.

The orc began panting heavily and Levi smirked. He was actually going to make this orc cum inside him! The fairy began slamming down rapidly on the orc. He could see the orc physically trying to hold back his orgasm, but to no avail.

"Come on, stop trying to hold it back! Fill me up with it!" Levi told him aggressively.

For a few seconds there was nothing but the sound of Levi's plump asscheeks loudly smacking the orc's thighs. Then the semi-silence was broken. By the orc.

"MMMMMPH!" To Levi, the muffled scream was better than a symphony.

The orc's cum shot directly upwards, and Levi felt his very stomach filling up with the constant stream of seed. It even bulged outwards. Just a little bit. Levi gently patted the bulge.

"You must have really needed that. Now, what do you say?" Levi asked, taking off the blinding spell along with the leather strap.

"Fu... fuck you... little flit..." the orc answered, between ragged breaths.

"You just did. You're as much a fruit as me now. Welcome to the tree." Levi playfully booped the orc on the nose.

With a swipe of magic, he cut the pillory holding the orc's arms. The orc's eyes told Levi he deeply wished to strangle the fairy, but he was too exhausted from his orgasm. Quality over quantity, Levi supposed; the biggest dicks could never last the longest periods.

Levi got off the orc's cock and felt his stomach gradually empty as the cum dripped out of him. His hole still felt sore, but as he flew up the stairs and out of the chamber, he felt satisfied. No, even better: he felt vindicated.

Levi enjoying feeling the cum dripping steadily out of his ass as he tied up the still-unconscious necromancers. (He'd notify the city guard to collect them.) He was half tempted to head into Bluegrass and just walk around to see how many people commented on it, but he decided better-the cleaners of that city had enough to deal with.

Levi walked out of the cave and sighed contentedly, breathing in the fresh air. He felt a little more cum dribble down his leg and smiled. Evildoers taken down, rude orc punished, and hole very well stretched. It had been a good day.

Bound in Love

"Our choices make us as much as we make them." - Unknown Prisoner
Ciaran Xanderson is my OC. Kyran Wolf and Eleanor Bear are also my OCs.
Ilyse Arvernus and Devany belong to DarkShadow777.
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Ilyse Arvernus' eyes opened to an unfamiliar sight. This cave chamber wasn't where she'd fallen asleep the previous night.  A chill along her body told her she'd been stripped of all her clothes. The elf got up and looked around cautiously. The chamber entrance was sealed with a purple magic seal, and traces of the same magic ran all around the cave walls and roof.

A muffled "Mmph!" sounded from her side. Ilyse turned towards the sudden noise and saw a familiar face. Ciaran Xanderson was laying on a makeshift bed a few meters away. His arms were tied above his head, and like her, he was completely naked. A strap covered his whole mouth and a chain hung from two clamps on his nipples. The elf found herself struggling to not enjoy the sight. Just a little.

"Hello there, and thank you both for joining us in our temporary abode." A deep and gravelly voice sounded around before Ilyse could move to him. "Now, let us tell you both what is going to happen:"

"Arvernus, you shall perch yourself on Xanderson's meat, and ride him until both of you have cum." A second, female but equally deep voice told them. "If you do not, you shall both be left here to starve. If you untie him before you have both cum, you will be left here to starve."

Before they could go any further, Ilyse shot a blast of magic at the wall, but it bounced back and knocked her over. She got up with a groan as the first voice told them "We already thought of that. So nice of your fairy friend to... hehe... lend us some of her power."

"What have you done to Devany?!" Ilyse screamed.

"Nothing that she didn't enjoy." The second voice answered. "Oh, and you're also forbidden from removing that strap from Xanderson's mouth. Enjoy yourselves."

A small snap sounded around the room and the voices were silenced. Ilyse began to pace up and down the chamber. There had to be another way; there always was. She turned to the wizard, trying not to admire what she saw.

"Ciaran, can you think of any way out of this that doesn't involve...you know?" she asked.

The wizard just shook his head. Ilyse sighed. She didn't expect he would. No doubt they'd disarmed him of his wand, and even if he had it, she doubted he was strong enough to break the seal.

She desperately tried to think of another way out of this situation, but no ideas came to her, and the more times she looked at Ciaran, the more it sounded like a good idea to just...

Do it. He looked so tempting tied up there...

No, she was a Princess of Luxas. She had to restrain such thoughts...

But it wouldn't be the first time for either of them...

She had an image to protect. A princess couldn't do such things...

But nobody would know. Except for her, Ciaran and their captors...

Ilyse could feel the internal struggle tearing her conscience apart. She closed her eyes, trying to focus. Somewhere in the elf's head, words that a witch doctor had told her repeated themselves: "There is no shame in feeling pleasure. It is merely another gift given to mortals to enjoy... it's okay to let go of your standards and enjoy yourself now and then..."

Ilyse's eyes flickered open. She was looking directly at Ciaran. Her eyes drifted to his shaft, slowly hardening at the sight of her naked body. She opened her mouth to ask his thoughts, but remembered he couldn't answer. But she noticed his aquamarine-like eyes looking into hers, and he nodded once. The princess turned her gaze downwards, made her choice, and nodded back.

The walk towards Ciaran seemed to take forever. Time itself seemed to have stopped. That was okay: it gave her time to think about where to start. She couldn't take his shaft as it was-it was too dry so she'd... have to wetten it. To her shock, Ilyse found her looking forward to such a thing. She clearly still had to control her desires. She wasn't sure how, though.

Banishing her thoughts, the princess turned her attention to the wizard's shaft. Her plump lips covered the head of his meat, and she licked the tip, surprised at the strength of the taste. Her tongue circled the top of his shaft and her head sank down a little ways. Her tongue ran along the sides and the wizard jerked with rapture, letting out a deadened cry. She descended another measure, and another, and another, but she felt her nose make contact with Ciaran's crotch. Ilyse was surprised she was able to fit all of it inside her mouth, but that was nothing to the knowledge that she enjoyed this. The taste, the smell, the muffled moans Ciaran made as she circled the head... all of it was so euphoric. She wanted more...

Ilyse moved sideways and swung her leg over him. Her opening rubbed Ciaran's length, and she found herself impatient for it. Hungry, even. She lifted herself up on her legs, positioned Ciaran's meat below her and sank down slightly, feeling if it was in the right spot. After confirming that Ciaran's shaft would enter her when she sank lower, she locked eyes with the wizard. He nodded solemnly and the princess braced herself for a second.

She pushed downwards.

Rather than struggling like last time, Ilyse's entrance was strangely accommodating of Ciaran's shaft. As it took more of his thickness, it stretched wide enough to allow it entry but stayed tight enough to let Ilyse feel every centimeter of it, both length and girth. As Ilyse's waist met Ciaran's, she was a little sad that she couldn't take his strap off; she wanted to hear his moans of pleasure.

Ilyse lifted herself up with her long legs and sank back down onto Ciaran's thickness, an audible slap echoing around the chamber. She shifted her waist side to side, prompting a muffled moan from the wizard. She lifted up and sank down again, and again, the slap becoming a drum's beat as she slowly increased the speed at which she rode him.

The slap sound became more frequent as the elf started to massage her breasts in time with her rhythm. The wizard's hands struggled slightly, and Ilyse knew why by where his eyes were looking: he wanted to rub her bead and make this even better for her. The knowledge made her feel slightly hotter. He was such a considerate lover... Maybe she could reward him somehow?

Seized by a sudden idea, Ilyse gripped the chain attached to his nipples and pulled, riding him harder. Ciaran let out a muffled cry of both pain and pleasure as the elf began pulling herself onto his shaft. Her movements were quickly becoming more fluid, more rhythmic, more-much more-nubile. Her left hand was still massaging her breast, squeezing it firmly. She moved it downwards and she let out a small shrill of pleasure as she touched her sensitive bead.

"Ah! Uh! Oh! Uh!" Every time his thick shaft pushed inside her, a squeal elicited from the elf. She rubbed her bead in time with her riding; each pull onto Ciaran sent a shock of rapture through her entire being, body and spirit. It felt amazing... More than amazing, even.

Ilyse noticed that Ciaran's breathing had turned into panting. So had hers. She could feel the internal pressure building up. Every pull brought them both closer and closer to the brink. Were they going to... orgasm together? The thought excited Ilyse, though she wasn't sure why. She could just keep pulling the chain, keep pushing onto Ciaran's thickness, keep rubbing her bead and hope.

The pair's eyes met. Ciaran nodded; he was ready. Ilyse returned the nod and bit her lip. A second later, both the princess and the wizard's restraint broke.

She pushed down onto him one last time and the surge of bliss overwhelmed her. Through her own pleasure, she dimly felt Ciaran's shaft pulsing inside her, shooting his thick, warm seed into her. She tried to lift herself off of him but her strength was gone. Instead, she fell to the side of him, feeling his emission leaking from her.

"Very good, Arvernus." The first voice made the two of them jump. "Very well done."

A flash of dark blue light cut the bonds holding Ciaran. He took the strap off and spoke "Ilyse... I..." Clearly, he was lost for words.

"Your words are not needed." the second voice told them both. Ilyse was certain she heard the second voice add "I've always wanted to say that." in a whisper. It continued regardless: "We'll allow your fairy friend to leave once you've both left the cave."

A birdcage appeared out of thin air; domed, steel and hanging from a chain on the wall. Had it been there the whole time? Inside the cage was Devany, lying on the floor, wings fluttering feebly. Upon getting up (with difficulty) and looking closer, Ilyse saw that she was sleeping in a small pool of fairy nectar. She'd been knocked out via orgasm. Again.

Ilyse heard the seal at the chamber entrance dissipate and Ciaran's voice spoke. "She'll catch up, Ilyse. There isn't any magic blocking her senses here. I don't want to stick around in case the captors change their minds about leaving us to starve."

The princess looked over to him and merely nodded. She had no words for what had just happened. Neither of them did. That was okay though; as the second voice had said, words weren't needed. Ilyse took his offered hand and they walked out of the chamber, finding their clothes neatly folded in a chest near the cave entrance.

As the footsteps faded from the cave, in a corner of the chamber, two hooded figures shimmered into view of each other. The taller of the two spoke with the second voice: "They're gone, Devany."

"So, you think it worked?" Kyran Wolf lowered his hood as Devany's cage door creaked open.

"Kyran, did you not see the look in her eyes? She loved it." Eleanor Bear answered, lowering her hood too. She turned to the fairy "You never told us Ciaran had such a thick cock."

"You never asked." Devany giggled.

Kyran booped his lover on the nose. "Let's not get any ideas. You'd crush him."

"Not to worry, love. I only have eyes for you." Ellie gently kissed him.

"Aw, isn't that cute?" Devany teased. "As much as I'd love to see that, I have to get back to Ilyse. Thanks again for doing this, you two."

"Not a problem." the wolf told her "Though you might want to work on your definition of 'matchmaking' in future."

"Like you've got a better word for it." Ellie told him, smirking.

The fairy giggled before snapping her fingers and disappearing with a small flash of dark blue. Ellie offered her arm to Kyran, and he hooked his own around it. Without a word, the two lovers departed the cave, satisfied with the day's events.

Think Tank

Some free trials give you a lot more than you bargain for.

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"Hello, and welcome to the Think Tank." The assistant smiled from behind the counter. "My name is Sarah. How can I help you today?"

"Uh...  Hello." I answered. "My name is Jenny, and I won this ticket at a raffle event yesterday." I handed her the ticket and her eyes dashed across it twice.

"Well, this gives you one hour-long session free of charge." Sarah informed me. "Do you know what we do here?"

"Honestly? No." I replied, shrugging "Until I got that ticket I'd never heard of this place."

"Your honesty's refreshing. You have no idea how many customers stumble in here and think we're a massage parlour or something." She told me, dropping the cheeriness for a moment. "We rent usage of isolation tanks: large tanks half-filled with water that you just float in. It separates you from other noises, other sights, other senses. Other feelings. You'd be amazed by what simply relaxing can do for you. Otherwise, you could trade the ticket in for the price of an hour-long session."

My brain mulled over her words. It was true that I needed some time alone. Between the new workload dropped on me yesterday and going to a therapist once a week over losing a close friend recently, I felt I could use some peace and quiet to work things out. Maybe being separated from the world would help out.

"I'll take the session, thanks. Should I run home and grab a bikini?" I joked.

"No, that's not needed." Sarah smiled. I heard her mutter something about not minding but didn't catch it all. "Just follow me, please."

She led me behind the counter and into a room so dark it almost stung my eyes. There was a dim light that barely illuminated the room at all, though my eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. There were two lines of tanks forming a straight row to walk down between them. At a guess, there were 16 of them. The tanks all looked the same: large enough to fit three people, white with a quite large light blue box by the side.

"Kind of looks like a giant egg collection." I commented as we walked down the row.

Sarah stifled a giggle. After picking a tank out, she turned the handle 90 degrees so it became a vertical line and it lifted up, revealing a surprisingly spacious interior, half-filled with water. The lack of light caused the water to look black as night. There was a luminescent square though, clearly visible.

"Now you just strip off, place your clothes in the blue box and get inside." Sarah explained "If you want to get out early, there's a spring release just there." She pointed to the luminescent square. "I'll be back in an hour. Enjoy your stay."

After stripping off and placing my clothes into the blue box, I got into the water and found-to my surprise-that it was quite warm. Not hot, just... warm. I closed the lid above me and lay back.

The silence descended quickly. It was like a whole other world in here. I could hear no cars outside, or the sitar music playing at the front of the store. The only sound was the water gently sloshing from side to side, and my own breathing. The air smelled-and tasted-faintly of lemon, although there was some sweetness in there too.

After some time-or maybe no time at all-I heard a small growl. Almost inaudible. I couldn't look around to see where it had come from, but I know I didn't imagine it. I reached for the release but something wrapped around my hand. I tried to pull it away but it didn't give. I felt a second whatever-it-was wrap around my other wrist to stop me trying to pry my first hand loose.

Another pair of the somethings coiled around my ankles; I instinctively shut my legs tightly. I began sensing more of the unknown tendrils around my body. One snaked across my face and I felt the tip slip into my mouth, though I tried to keep it closed. It tasted of sweetened lemons, like the air in the tank, and began circling my tongue. I tried to let out a scream for help but the tentacle muffled it completely.

Slightly lower down, two tendrils were teasing my nipples, my tits too small to be wrapped around. The tentacles instead retracted into themselves and turned inverted. I struggled hard against my bonds, knowing what was coming, but it was useless. They clamped onto my nipples like two mouths and began sucking roughly on them. It hurt, but it also tickled slightly; the two sensations somehow mixed into pleasure.

Much lower down, the tentacles around my ankles had succeeded in pulling my legs apart and a third, more phallic tentacle pushed against my pussy. Although I bid my opening kept tightly shut, the creature was smarter than I thought: it intensified the sucking on my nipples and the surge of pain and pleasure gave it the opening it needed to push inside me.

The creature's tentacle was huge, and it felt like it was stretching my pussy apart as it pushed inside. I screamed onto the tentacle in my mouth, but all that achieved was getting the oral tendril pushed deeper into my mouth. I choked slightly and it pulled back. Clearly, the creature was more considerate than it's intentions let on.

The creature began pushing deeper, my pussy stretching wide to accommodate it. I felt tears begin to flow from my tightly shut eyes as I struggled to open up to the intrusion. But as the tentacle reached the end of it's quest to push inside me, I felt a surge of pleasure. The huge tendril had filled my pussy, and my satisfaction with it.

I'd never been one to judge boyfriends by dick size, but my most recent one was on the smaller side of the scale. That was partly why we broke up: he was worried he always left me unfulfilled, no matter how much I told him I didn't mind. I really didn't, either. He was too altruistic for his own good, though. It amazed me how the nice guys of the world-

My reverie was broken as the tentacle pulled out of me. It pulled all the way to the entrance, then pushed back in slightly less forcefully than before. It wasn't as much of a challenge to push inside me now, after all. I let out a muffled moan as the thick tendril filled my pussy up again. I felt it push against my very cervix, as if trying to break into my womb.

I felt a tentacle brush against my asshole and somehow knew what to do: I bared my teeth and slowly bit down on the tentacle in my mouth. My teeth touched the tendril, and a second later the tentacle retracted from my rear. Instead, I felt a smaller tendril rub against my clit. It coiled around my bead and gently pulled. If I could have done, I would have arched my back in rapture.

The tentacle began to push faster. It didn't give my pussy any time to contract before thrusting back in. The pain was punctuated by the mouths on my nipples starting to suck more intensely and the tendril around my clit pulling harder. I couldn't see a thing. Both my clit and my nipples ached. I could barely breathe due to my mouth being full of tentacle and the scent of lemon stinging my nostrils. Nobody knew what was happening to me. I was still bound in place with no way to break free.

All in all, I was having the best sex of my life.

The tentacle started to slam into my tightness, hard and fast. I could barely moan between the surges of pleasure. My pussy was throbbing with pain, but I didn't want this to stop. Not for a second. I could feel the internal pressure building  inside me and knew my climax was fast approaching. The creature seemed to realize too, for the mouths on my nipples began pumping in rhythm with the thrusts and the tendril in my mouth began swirling with my tongue.

I couldn't hold on for any longer.

The tsunami of pleasure crashed over me and I screamed onto the oral tendril. I shook violently and I felt the tentacle in my pussy struggle to pull out of my tightness. After a few seconds I numbly felt the tentacles retract. All of them-the one in my mouth, the ones binding my limbs, the one in my sensitive pussy. Then I was alone with my thoughts again. I don't know how long I lay there in post-orgasm bliss. Eventually a loud knock on the tank roused me from my catatonia. I shook my head slightly and called "Okay. I'll be out in a minute."

I waited a few seconds for the assistant to leave before pressing the glowing button. The tank opened up and I needed to raise my arm to my eyes, despite the darkness of the room. The dim light shone like a sun. It took a minute or so for me to adjust to the light, after which I pulled my clothes back on and headed out of the room, silently thanking the thick clouds for preventing the sun from toasting my eyes.

"Did you enjoy the hour?" Sarah asked.

I smiled. "Yeah, I feel much better. In fact, could I ask how much the tank I used is?"

"They're not for sale, but if you want, you can pay a reservation fee to come here and use it whenever you like." She explained. "The fee lasts for a month, then it has to be renewed."

"Is anyone else allowed to use the tank I reserve?" I asked, trying to sound curious. A stupid question, but I wanted to be sure.

Sarah smiled. "Only in the case of a full house, but we haven't had one of those since we opened."

A smile crept across me face as I replied "I'll take it."