(repost)
It didn’t make sense! Dr. Crocker wanted her to go outside the facility into the lagoon because a valve wasn’t working?! What the hell was a valve doing out in the middle of the lagoon in the first place??
It was dark outside when she stepped out and put on her dive mask, weight belt and pink dive fins. Strangely she hadn’t been able to find her pink bikini for this quick free-dive, forcing her to do it nude. And strangely she was feeling more than a little uncomfortable… and aroused!
Something didn’t feel right. Why was the good doctor asking her to carry out this assignment? She wasn’t even being granted a scuba tank!
She walked out onto the dock and then looked down dubiously into the water, wondering why the hell this task had fallen on her shoulders! She was a decent enough breath-holder and she knew she was capable of holding it for a reasonable amount of bottom-time. But she wasn’t sure where this valve was supposed to be out in the lagoon. Why not order one of the divers on site to do it?
She shook her head as she looked down into the water. If it was somewhere at the bottom toward the middle of the lagoon then she would need to hold her breath for a good fifteen to twenty seconds just to get down there. Finding the valve would be one thing, but turning it might be something else.
She figured it was probably going to take a minute to a minute and a half to accomplish her task; that is, if she didn’t have to come up to the surface to refill her lungs. She wasn’t sure how hard it would be to turn the valve. If it was stuck or jammed for some reason then it might take a few trips down to the bottom to turn it into the open position.
Janet shook her head, deciding there was no better time than the present to get down and get to work. Hopefully the water wouldn’t be too cold, although the night air was warm and reasonably comfortable. She felt a surge of erotic tingles as she adjusted the mask onto her face and then dove into the lagoon.
The water was surprisingly warm as she swam out toward the middle according to the instructions she’d received. Then she looked down, trying to isolate the location of the valve. The moon was out and the water was fairly clear, although she couldn’t see all the way to the bottom. But once more she couldn’t help wondering why in the world Dr. Crocker would put a valve clear out here in the middle of the lagoon!
She suspected it might take a few dives just to find the stupid thing. But for now she simply didn’t have any choice in the matter. The positive thing about all of this was how the water felt so good upon her naked flesh.
It was time to start the search and she jackknifed downward, air bubbling out of her mouth as she pulled herself down with her arms. She looked all around as she neared the bottom, but she found nothing resembling the valve. The lagoon seemed empty, as though she was on nothing but a wild goose chase!
That feeling of discomfort returned, along with a surge of fearfully erotic tingles. For some reason her senses were on alert as though there was danger lurking nearby. Surely the good doctor wouldn’t put her into any kind of peril, would he?
There wasn’t much illumination but there was enough for her to be able to see. Strangely there was some sort of light source coming up from the bottom. Had Dr. Crocker given her some sort of light to show her the way?
She swam along the bottom with confident strokes, her legs kicking as she held her breath while pulling smoothly with her arms. There was no sign of the valve, and she wondered if someone was playing a prank on her. But oddly there was a little more illumination in front of her. Perhaps the valve was somewhere up ahead.
She felt her lungs start to burn and she decided she needed another breath. She angled upward where the water got darker. Then her head popped up above the surface and she gasped for breath, treading water as she replenished her lungs.
“To the light source,” she said to herself. Something told her she would find what she was looking for in that direction. Then she took a deep breath and submerged, bubbles trickling out of her mouth.
It got lighter as she headed downward, and she thought she saw something promising. The weight belt helped her swim down faster, preserving the air in her lungs she would need for opening the valve. Then she thought she saw the damned thing embedded in the soil, sticking up in the oddest of places like some lonely sentinel.
She frowned as she approached it. It looked like nothing more than a pipe sticking up out of the mud, an iron wheel on top. It looked like it went absolutely nowhere!
Oh well. She grabbed on, pulled herself down into a standing position and then began trying to turn it. She felt her muscles strain as she pulled with all her might. But the stubborn thing refused to budge. That wasn’t good!
She felt her lungs start to heave and she abandoned the valve and headed up, air spewing out of her mouth. She burst up panting heavily for breath, shaking her head at the challenging task that lay on the bottom of the lagoon. Then she took a deep breath and jackknifed back down.
She swam down, kicking smoothly with her legs until the valve came into view. She grabbed it and pulled herself into a standing position. Then once again she strained with all her might.
She heard a faint metallic creak; felt it start to give a little. She redoubled her efforts, grunting as she tried to turn the stubborn thing. But it was beginning to piss her off and she had to abandon it once again as her lungs started to protest.
She kicked off the bottom, blowing her breath away until her head popped up out of the water. She gasped loudly for breath, panting like crazy. Then her eyes narrowed in grim determination.
“You can fight me all you want,” she murmured downward at the water, “but you’re going to open up and that’s final! It might mean I’ll have to hold my breath longer, but you’re going to open whether you want to or not!” Then she took three long, deep breaths, filling her lungs on the last one before heading back down.
She set her face like flint as she finned herself downward. She’d loosened it last time; it was only a matter of trying harder. There was no way a stubborn piece of equipment like that was going to get the best of her! She wasn’t about to let the good doctor down!
She got closer to it, grabbed on and then stood herself up, digging her flippers into the soil for leverage. Then she pulled with all her might. A moment later it started to give with a resounding groan of metal upon rusty metal.
Janet felt a sudden jolt of alarm and she grunted with a burble. She wasn’t sure she liked the valve screeching like that. It was as though the damn thing was alerting something nearby to her presence!
She strained to turn the valve completely as her lungs started to burn, only to sense a shadow of movement somewhere behind her. She wanted to turn and look, but she was afraid she would lose her grip… lose her momentum. Besides, it was probably nothing more than some wayward fish. So she kept fighting with the valve despite the growing discomfort she was feeling about her surroundings.
Her lungs were straining, but she could tell she was making headway. She didn’t want to stop now and head up for the surface to catch another breath just yet. What if she came back down and it wouldn’t open on her? No, it was better to keep going until she could finish the task. She would just have to hold her breath a little longer.
All of the sudden she sensed movement behind her. A moment later she felt something grab onto her wrists, pulling her away from the valve! She burbled in alarm as she was turned around, coming face to face with…
OHMYGAWD! IT WAS AN OCTOPUS!!!
Instantly she tried to struggle, only to have a couple of other tentacles reach out and grab onto her legs. She was horrified to find herself being held out at “arms length” as it were… as though the damn thing was sizing her up. Then it flicked upward with yet another tentacle, knocking her mask up off her eyes.
Janet bubbled in horror, her body trembling from a combination of fear and a terrible arousal as her lungs screamed at her. Then yet another tentacle came forward as though exploring her body. She watched in horror as it began to penetrate her…
OHGAWD; NOT THERE???!!!
She groaned as it filled her, stretching her wide as she tried to thrash about. It was at that moment that lights came on behind the octopus. That’s when she saw Dr. Crocker in his lab coat watching her through the glass. But he wasn’t alone.
Jenna and Briana, those two drowning volunteers she’d worked with, were standing naked on either side of him. They were all smiling lustfully at her, rubbing themselves as they watched her struggles. That’s when it hit her like a thunderbolt…
OHMYGAWD; THE BASTARD SET THIS UP! THEY’RE ALL GOING TO WATCH THIS THING FUCK ME AND THEN DROWN ME!
…and then the tentacle began to gently thrust up inside her…
Janet bubbled her breath away as her body was consumed by a devastating climax. Her hands flexed as her feet curled, her back arching as her breasts jutted out, her nipples painfully erect. Then she felt a rush of water down her windpipe.
She shuddered as she went from one orgasm right into the next, her eyes wide in shock at the good doctor’s betrayal. If he wanted to watch her cum and drown then at least he could have consulted with his assistant who would have made arrangements to have the paramedics handy! Now she was drowning all alone at the hands of some horny octopus who was fucking her with its tentacle!
She looked at the sadistic voyeurs in horror, mentally screaming “DON’T JUST STAND THERE??!! HELP ME, DAMN YOU!!” But none of the three lifted a finger to intervene. In fact it was apparent the two naked bitches were furiously rubbing themselves as though getting off watching the nasty beast fuck/drown her!!
Janet bucked and shuddered helplessly, grunting weakly as her lungs continued to flood. Her struggles lessened as fewer bubbles slipped out of her mouth, her eyes staring in astonished horror. Then she was cumming and cumming and cumming… orgasming over and over again like it was never going to stop as she started to fade away…
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Janet’s eyes flew open and she gasped for breath. She was lying naked in her bed as the last of her many orgasms started to fade. She moaned softly, still feeling that tentacle inside her even though it had been nothing more than a wet dream.
Damn! She shouldn’t have watched those erotic movies Skip had sent her, especially that one of that poor girl being fucked by the tentacle of that octopus! But maybe that wasn’t the only reason!
Watching that assistant fuck and then drown his volunteers was getting more and more erotic each time she watched the videos. She was going to have to make better arrangements to get herself off or she was going to become a sex-crazed woman. In the meantime her sheets were soaked and she desperately needed a shower.
Janet sighed as she got up and headed for the bathroom. “An octopus!” she told herself with a chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief. “Dreaming of being fucked by an octopus of all things?? Honey, I think you really need to get off… and soon…!”
© 2011
(written for Skip Oct 22 by riwa)
(Poser render is courtesy of Skip and is for illustration purposes only.)