Out of a Bind, then Out of Your Mind

Well today was just absolutely golden. First a botched raid into a dungeon that was supposed to be filled with treasure, then they'd found out that the damned dungeon had a rather nasty dragon in it. The thing had killed everybody except Hiane and Lotwey. Hiane being the one currently running through a bad smelling bog, and Lotwey having been dragged off by the dragon somewhere that Hiane didn't want to be in all likelihood. That was until something fat and slimy and rather strong gripped one of her long, strong legs and lofted her in the air. In her current position, upside-down and dangling by a leg, all of the arrows in her quiver fell into the algae-covered water beneath her thus leaving her mostly defenseless.

She looked all around, and there in front of her was the owner of the tentacle that held her. An abeleth of a particularly ugly sort. All covered in green gunk and stinky junk. It laughed sardonically and managed to speak: "What is this little creature that has intruded into my people's empire on this most fortuitous of days? Some little two-legged squirt?" At its last word a spurt of water shot from the beast's foul lips, as though to punctuate its statement. In reply Hiane bumped up her efforts at thrashing free... to no avail. Instead the thing gripped her other leg with another long, strong, and repulsive tentacular appendage. As soon as his grip tightened around her second ambulatory extremity she froze and gulped. The repugnant aboleth laughed raucously and mockingly said: "My, you jump to conclusions don't you? I was rather of the mind to tear you in two for daring to violate my people's bog, didn't you smell the 'keep out' signs? You know it's illegal to intrude upon here don't you? Oh what am I saying; of course you don't! You little things are so feeble, can't even smell a sign!" It kicked up more raucous laughter for a few minutes before settling again. "Perhaps we could do away with the death sentence, seeing as you've already got another already in your puny skull." The beast punctuated that statement by flicking Hianes head with one of his appendages. She was shaking now, cursing herself for seizing up and giving this thing the idea it was obviously rather liking. 

"Perhaps the Youth-Dictators could make use of you for the adolescents. They always are looking for ways to spice up the young's education." He said as he simultaneously prized open her legs and extended the tentacles holding her up. The motion bringing Hiane closer in to the thing's face. The three eyes stacked in a vertical row examined her, two smaller tentacles reaching and tearing off her leather armor and underwear. She was whimpering now, mortified at the prospects of what was happening. Her nude body was enticing, a strong body of shapely curves and toned muscles. All accentuated with a fair tan and lovely curly black hair. A buxsome catch for a little humanoid thing, an amusing plaything for the superior form of an aboleth. He began at once.

Pressing more of its body up and out of murky water, the aboleth pressed its first two tentacles into Hiane's unwilling cunt. Once firmly in, not without a fair amount of loud screams, moans, and groans, they stretched her open further. These ministrations elicited more pained screams, which were muffled by a tentacle in her mouth. He rotated Hiane around so that her now gushing and wide-open sex was facing his eyes; he could see right down into its deepest depths. The copulatory organ that had been growing full and stiff whilst he began his fun was now visibly pulsating. Hiane, looking down began her writhing anew. It was too big to be safe; they both knew it. One of them didn't care. 

As it pressed in, her eyes rolled back. Her moist aching honeypot was sending mixed signals of pain and pleasure; confusing her reptile mind with the question of whether to attempt escape or stay and play. It pressed deeper, the steady throbbing of the gigantic member the size of Hiane's whole arm could be felt clearly. It was what caused her hindmind to finally decide what to do. The tentacles holding her pussy open withdrew, allowing Hiane's pussy to clench around the monumental member it so desperately craved to embrace fully. It thrusted into her deepest depths, plumbing her furthest reaches, and raised a mighty storm in her mind. Thrice she came, and the monster once. 

She spent quite some time in that bog, used as a slave by this hidden state of aquatic tyrants. When she did escape though, it was with a moment of reluctance.