[Original] Bargain
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kittydesadeTitle: Bargain
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Genre: Fantasy/Erotic
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Word Count: 2,191
Summary: A village has made a deal with the creature that threatens it, to sacrifice a maiden once a year. This maiden has other things on her mind than being sacrificed.
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kink_bingo prompt "Tentatcles"
By the third day she wondered why she was still alive. Her body should have given up long before now, stripped to the waist and exposed to the elements, hanging from her wrists at the cross. They hadn't touched her other than to tie her with ropes and tear off all but her petticoat and leave her to the sacrifice. She didn't even know what they were sacrificing her to, she had only been in town a year. Superstitions like this were supposed to have gone out with the industrial revolution.
Clearly not. Clearly they had just been waiting. Hiding. Lurking in the backwoods towns of various latitudes that might not even have woods with backs, but otherwise in concealment waiting to trap and destroy the lives of unwary newcomers. Of course, now she was delirious. And frozen. Every night she thought she would die from exposure, and every morning she woke up with piss running down her leg and her fingers gone to sleep. Then her hands. She couldn't even move her hands or feet by now and this morning there hadn't been anything. How long could a person survive without water? The rule of three, she thought she remembered. Three days, three weeks. Three hours without shelter.
This was the third day. And she was supposed to die. So she closed her eyes and attempted to look peaceful, because that was what you did.
The wind picked up, blowing her skirt around her ankles and bringing a not unpleasant prickling sensation to what parts of her body could still feel. Then, after a second, she realized that wasn't the wind lifting her skirt.
The idea that there might be something to actually sacrifice her to hadn't entered her mind. There weren't ghosts or dragons or demons or monsters from the depths of wherever, there just weren't. Bad things happened because bad things simply happened, not because malicious forces decreed it so. And if the village had had a good year, or a good run of years, it was because they were lucky and they worked hard. Probably mostly because they were lucky. Not because they sacrificed young women to things with, oh god, what was that crawling up her leg?
"Please, God," she found herself whispering through cracked lips and a dry throat. It didn't even sound like her voice, or words. "Please..."
Snakes. It felt like snakes on her skin, which was a better thought than the first one she'd had. Clearly there were snakes that had dropped out of the trees behind her and were now crawling all over her for some reason she couldn't think of, but there had to be an explanation for it. An explanation for why the snakes were probing her body in all its corners, under her arms and behind her ear, between her toes and between her legs. Of all the times, she pressed her butt up against the wood of the cross, irrationally afraid for her virtue there. Alien abduction stories. She did not want to be probed, or anything.
And the voice whispered in her head, as the snakes became more and more numerous. Snakes, like Eve in the garden, this one whispering what do you want rather than go on, have a bite, it's just an apple. Or whatever the fruit had been. What did she want? She wanted off the damn cross, that's what she wanted.
And what would she do to get it? Well, anything.
Anything? the voice whispered. Not a voice but the awareness of the meaning of words, the interrogative without the language to shape it. Her mind tickled with the implications of that and the convoluted mechanism by which she had to shape that concept for her own understanding. This wasn't a human thing, or an animal thing, or the communication patterns of anything that used sound for speech and she sounded like a goddamn scientist. She wasn't a scientist. She was a sacrifice on a stupid cross. Yes, she would do anything to get off of here.
There were two options. She could submit, or she could die. Of course those were the options. Lying wouldn't do her any good, but neither would submitting. She thought of all the stories, all the times they told her to just let them have it, her money, her virtue, whatever it was they wanted and maybe she would get out of this alive. Well, maybe this was a nightmare hallucination, too, from being outside on the cross for so long, what would it cost her to submit? And she would live.
The next thing she knew she tumbled face first to the ground. A slow fire built inside her, from the tips of her toes up to her abraded ankles, from the tips of her fingers over to her wrists. Pain. Acute, wrenching, and more sensation than she had felt in those parts of her body in three days. She welcomed it.
They were nice snakes, at least. They picked her up with their writhing mass of bodies and rolled her onto her back so she could see the sky, cushioning her head and body like a particularly firm and supple bed. They even massaged her hands and feet so that the pain from the blood rushing back into her limbs subsided a little. The sky was a darker blue than it had been when she'd last checked, turning to purple and then to black around the treeline. Behind her, she could hear the dripping sounds from the mouth of the cave, which she'd stopped listening to two days ago.
The snakes had started to curl around her legs. She didn't know when she'd lost track of them. Maybe when they'd laid her down, but whatever was going on they were up her skirt now and curling around her in ways that made her want to squirm. Not comfortable. Not even the slightest bit okay.
Except, submit. Submit and live, or resist and die screaming. She was a sacrifice, wasn't she?
Somehow, when they'd said that, she hadn't expected to be eaten in the more life-affirming way.
The snake's head, although she wasn't sure she could still call it a snake at this point, probed between her legs. Two more snakes, or tentacles, or vines, or whatever they were wrapped around each wrist and started to side-wind their way higher. She arched her chest upwards either to get away from it or to enhance the view? Did these things have eyes? This thing? It was oddly erotic, but there was this whole thing where she was a captive. Which was far more erotic in fantasy than in actual fact.
The snakes curled over her breasts. They seemed to have only thickness, no mouths or tongues flicking over her skin, which either meant they were very careful snakes or that they weren't snakes at all. She kept her head lolled back and stared firmly at the sky so she couldn't see and break the illusion that this was a perfectly normal event happening to her. Women got stripped half-naked, left in the woods, and sexed up by snakes all the time. No, really.
Something probed between her breasts, running down her middle. She had the feeling this thing, this collection of snakes, was pleased that she hadn't tried to fight it off. Although she could also understand why people did. It was cool and sliding over her body faster and faster, not picking up much heat with the friction but by god she felt it. Not an it. It was a them. Multiple snakes. Not one thingie with snakes for hands or fingers or whatever, a squid? Mabye it was a squid. Squids were its.
What a squid was doing on dry land, she didn't even try to guess. Especially not now that the squid was using the two tiny ends of its tentacles to probe between her legs again, opening and holding open her nether lips with more delicacy than most men were capable of, she suspected.
It tasted her. That was the only word she could think of to describe it. Something that definitely wasn't a tongue but still it tasted her nonetheless, curling into her slit and running up and down until she moaned with the shivery, creepy feeling it gave her. Maybe a little bit turned on. But more creeped out that she was being tasted by squid tentacles in the hoo-hah.
More tinier tentacles. Or ends of tentacles. Some combing through her hair, some running over her cheeks and now she did close her eyes so she didn't see them passing over her face, just in case. Some curling beneath and around her breasts and lifting them to the sky. Two curled around her nipples and tugged, and she bit her lip against saying they don't come off, you know. Do not offend the nice squid. It's being very good to you.
Amusement rippled through her. It was amused at her. And it had to be a squid because now there were little suction-y things playing around her nipples and tickling, god, it was tickling her breasts and down underneath her over the curve of her ass. The squid arms that were holding her open were sliding in to join that first one, now, three little squishy squid arms wriggling around inside of her and those gasps were something else entirely after the first minute or two. Her body arched without her permission, writhing.
By now, coherent thought had ceased to exist. There was no way to process the sensory information that was streaming in through her body, not and continue to pretend it was snakes or a mischievous, lecherous squid or anything like that. Little tiny protrusions were touching her all over, inside of her, slipping and sliding as she managed to squeeze out a little more moisture from her body to prepare herself for mating. Or maybe that was the tentacles. More protrusions clutched and kneaded her breasts, and by now another one was working its way into her backside and she didn't even care that that was icky, it just felt strangely good. Being pinned down and penetrated and not caring. Submission. To this, to all of this. The sensations rolled over and under her, and every time she thought there couldn't be any new ones she felt a tickling of some wriggling tip somewhere inside of her and it shot pulses of incomprehensible information through her already frayed nerves. One suction cup slapped down right where it was most sensitive, and she screeched. Gasped and hyperventilated as the electricity coursed through her, like being fucked by an eel. Many eels.
And then it was over. Whatever it was. Time lapsed; she opened her eyes again and the sky was dark and full of stars, and she had no idea how long she'd been out in the cold except it wasn't cold anymore. One by one, the eel-snake-squid arms eased out of her. The first coils slipped off her breasts, the next one eased out from her ass (and she couldn't believe how deep it had gotten, either) leaving a slime trail that pooled with an uncomfortable-titillating tickling sensation beneath her. Finally, the three that had been pushing into her between her legs curled themselves and flopped out. More liquid gushed, definitely not hers.
She lay there, panting, trying to understand what had happened. The creature made itself into a nest around her, warm and still moving, carrying away some of the liquids that had seeped into the ground. The concepts were slipping back into her mind again, pleasure, glowing pleasure and satisfaction and surprise, a bit. Even wonder. Apparently she was the first person who hadn't been eaten alive by the thing. Not that way. And it was grateful to her. It had learned, she understood, to make the process as pleasurable as possible but even so, most people screamed and tried to get away. Not her. Not so much, at least.
There was more, of course. There always was. The liquid still dripping out of her now, only a thin trickle but even so, yes, that was what she thought it was. And even the creature didn't know what would happen now but it would take care of her, protect her. And in return she would learn how to do things she had never before dreamed possible. Even, if she wanted, to take revenge on the evil people who had captured and imprisoned her.
Which struck her as a little odd. Shouldn't it have more of a symbiotic relationship and then her brain shut down as the creature moved again, and her body tingled. She'd think about this later. Right now, she was just going to drift and hope this section of the woods didn't have anything else in store for her.
Source:
Genre: Fantasy/Erotic
Characters:
Word Count: 2,191
Summary: A village has made a deal with the creature that threatens it, to sacrifice a maiden once a year. This maiden has other things on her mind than being sacrificed.
A/N: Written for the
kink_bingo prompt "Tentatcles"By the third day she wondered why she was still alive. Her body should have given up long before now, stripped to the waist and exposed to the elements, hanging from her wrists at the cross. They hadn't touched her other than to tie her with ropes and tear off all but her petticoat and leave her to the sacrifice. She didn't even know what they were sacrificing her to, she had only been in town a year. Superstitions like this were supposed to have gone out with the industrial revolution.
Clearly not. Clearly they had just been waiting. Hiding. Lurking in the backwoods towns of various latitudes that might not even have woods with backs, but otherwise in concealment waiting to trap and destroy the lives of unwary newcomers. Of course, now she was delirious. And frozen. Every night she thought she would die from exposure, and every morning she woke up with piss running down her leg and her fingers gone to sleep. Then her hands. She couldn't even move her hands or feet by now and this morning there hadn't been anything. How long could a person survive without water? The rule of three, she thought she remembered. Three days, three weeks. Three hours without shelter.
This was the third day. And she was supposed to die. So she closed her eyes and attempted to look peaceful, because that was what you did.
The wind picked up, blowing her skirt around her ankles and bringing a not unpleasant prickling sensation to what parts of her body could still feel. Then, after a second, she realized that wasn't the wind lifting her skirt.
The idea that there might be something to actually sacrifice her to hadn't entered her mind. There weren't ghosts or dragons or demons or monsters from the depths of wherever, there just weren't. Bad things happened because bad things simply happened, not because malicious forces decreed it so. And if the village had had a good year, or a good run of years, it was because they were lucky and they worked hard. Probably mostly because they were lucky. Not because they sacrificed young women to things with, oh god, what was that crawling up her leg?
"Please, God," she found herself whispering through cracked lips and a dry throat. It didn't even sound like her voice, or words. "Please..."
Snakes. It felt like snakes on her skin, which was a better thought than the first one she'd had. Clearly there were snakes that had dropped out of the trees behind her and were now crawling all over her for some reason she couldn't think of, but there had to be an explanation for it. An explanation for why the snakes were probing her body in all its corners, under her arms and behind her ear, between her toes and between her legs. Of all the times, she pressed her butt up against the wood of the cross, irrationally afraid for her virtue there. Alien abduction stories. She did not want to be probed, or anything.
And the voice whispered in her head, as the snakes became more and more numerous. Snakes, like Eve in the garden, this one whispering what do you want rather than go on, have a bite, it's just an apple. Or whatever the fruit had been. What did she want? She wanted off the damn cross, that's what she wanted.
And what would she do to get it? Well, anything.
Anything? the voice whispered. Not a voice but the awareness of the meaning of words, the interrogative without the language to shape it. Her mind tickled with the implications of that and the convoluted mechanism by which she had to shape that concept for her own understanding. This wasn't a human thing, or an animal thing, or the communication patterns of anything that used sound for speech and she sounded like a goddamn scientist. She wasn't a scientist. She was a sacrifice on a stupid cross. Yes, she would do anything to get off of here.
There were two options. She could submit, or she could die. Of course those were the options. Lying wouldn't do her any good, but neither would submitting. She thought of all the stories, all the times they told her to just let them have it, her money, her virtue, whatever it was they wanted and maybe she would get out of this alive. Well, maybe this was a nightmare hallucination, too, from being outside on the cross for so long, what would it cost her to submit? And she would live.
The next thing she knew she tumbled face first to the ground. A slow fire built inside her, from the tips of her toes up to her abraded ankles, from the tips of her fingers over to her wrists. Pain. Acute, wrenching, and more sensation than she had felt in those parts of her body in three days. She welcomed it.
They were nice snakes, at least. They picked her up with their writhing mass of bodies and rolled her onto her back so she could see the sky, cushioning her head and body like a particularly firm and supple bed. They even massaged her hands and feet so that the pain from the blood rushing back into her limbs subsided a little. The sky was a darker blue than it had been when she'd last checked, turning to purple and then to black around the treeline. Behind her, she could hear the dripping sounds from the mouth of the cave, which she'd stopped listening to two days ago.
The snakes had started to curl around her legs. She didn't know when she'd lost track of them. Maybe when they'd laid her down, but whatever was going on they were up her skirt now and curling around her in ways that made her want to squirm. Not comfortable. Not even the slightest bit okay.
Except, submit. Submit and live, or resist and die screaming. She was a sacrifice, wasn't she?
Somehow, when they'd said that, she hadn't expected to be eaten in the more life-affirming way.
The snake's head, although she wasn't sure she could still call it a snake at this point, probed between her legs. Two more snakes, or tentacles, or vines, or whatever they were wrapped around each wrist and started to side-wind their way higher. She arched her chest upwards either to get away from it or to enhance the view? Did these things have eyes? This thing? It was oddly erotic, but there was this whole thing where she was a captive. Which was far more erotic in fantasy than in actual fact.
The snakes curled over her breasts. They seemed to have only thickness, no mouths or tongues flicking over her skin, which either meant they were very careful snakes or that they weren't snakes at all. She kept her head lolled back and stared firmly at the sky so she couldn't see and break the illusion that this was a perfectly normal event happening to her. Women got stripped half-naked, left in the woods, and sexed up by snakes all the time. No, really.
Something probed between her breasts, running down her middle. She had the feeling this thing, this collection of snakes, was pleased that she hadn't tried to fight it off. Although she could also understand why people did. It was cool and sliding over her body faster and faster, not picking up much heat with the friction but by god she felt it. Not an it. It was a them. Multiple snakes. Not one thingie with snakes for hands or fingers or whatever, a squid? Mabye it was a squid. Squids were its.
What a squid was doing on dry land, she didn't even try to guess. Especially not now that the squid was using the two tiny ends of its tentacles to probe between her legs again, opening and holding open her nether lips with more delicacy than most men were capable of, she suspected.
It tasted her. That was the only word she could think of to describe it. Something that definitely wasn't a tongue but still it tasted her nonetheless, curling into her slit and running up and down until she moaned with the shivery, creepy feeling it gave her. Maybe a little bit turned on. But more creeped out that she was being tasted by squid tentacles in the hoo-hah.
More tinier tentacles. Or ends of tentacles. Some combing through her hair, some running over her cheeks and now she did close her eyes so she didn't see them passing over her face, just in case. Some curling beneath and around her breasts and lifting them to the sky. Two curled around her nipples and tugged, and she bit her lip against saying they don't come off, you know. Do not offend the nice squid. It's being very good to you.
Amusement rippled through her. It was amused at her. And it had to be a squid because now there were little suction-y things playing around her nipples and tickling, god, it was tickling her breasts and down underneath her over the curve of her ass. The squid arms that were holding her open were sliding in to join that first one, now, three little squishy squid arms wriggling around inside of her and those gasps were something else entirely after the first minute or two. Her body arched without her permission, writhing.
By now, coherent thought had ceased to exist. There was no way to process the sensory information that was streaming in through her body, not and continue to pretend it was snakes or a mischievous, lecherous squid or anything like that. Little tiny protrusions were touching her all over, inside of her, slipping and sliding as she managed to squeeze out a little more moisture from her body to prepare herself for mating. Or maybe that was the tentacles. More protrusions clutched and kneaded her breasts, and by now another one was working its way into her backside and she didn't even care that that was icky, it just felt strangely good. Being pinned down and penetrated and not caring. Submission. To this, to all of this. The sensations rolled over and under her, and every time she thought there couldn't be any new ones she felt a tickling of some wriggling tip somewhere inside of her and it shot pulses of incomprehensible information through her already frayed nerves. One suction cup slapped down right where it was most sensitive, and she screeched. Gasped and hyperventilated as the electricity coursed through her, like being fucked by an eel. Many eels.
And then it was over. Whatever it was. Time lapsed; she opened her eyes again and the sky was dark and full of stars, and she had no idea how long she'd been out in the cold except it wasn't cold anymore. One by one, the eel-snake-squid arms eased out of her. The first coils slipped off her breasts, the next one eased out from her ass (and she couldn't believe how deep it had gotten, either) leaving a slime trail that pooled with an uncomfortable-titillating tickling sensation beneath her. Finally, the three that had been pushing into her between her legs curled themselves and flopped out. More liquid gushed, definitely not hers.
She lay there, panting, trying to understand what had happened. The creature made itself into a nest around her, warm and still moving, carrying away some of the liquids that had seeped into the ground. The concepts were slipping back into her mind again, pleasure, glowing pleasure and satisfaction and surprise, a bit. Even wonder. Apparently she was the first person who hadn't been eaten alive by the thing. Not that way. And it was grateful to her. It had learned, she understood, to make the process as pleasurable as possible but even so, most people screamed and tried to get away. Not her. Not so much, at least.
There was more, of course. There always was. The liquid still dripping out of her now, only a thin trickle but even so, yes, that was what she thought it was. And even the creature didn't know what would happen now but it would take care of her, protect her. And in return she would learn how to do things she had never before dreamed possible. Even, if she wanted, to take revenge on the evil people who had captured and imprisoned her.
Which struck her as a little odd. Shouldn't it have more of a symbiotic relationship and then her brain shut down as the creature moved again, and her body tingled. She'd think about this later. Right now, she was just going to drift and hope this section of the woods didn't have anything else in store for her.