From the Abyss part.02

    When the light fades Justin is awake but tied up in the cabin, Professor O’Bleck and Dan are there too fully awake, whole, and standing about confused, as are Liz and Frankie.

 

   “What just happened?” asks Dan.

 

  “She…saved us?” offers Liz.

 

  “Or…” says the Professor, “we are getting over being drugged and most of that was a hallucination.”

 

   “So we just…” says Dan, “overpowered three armed men while drugged? When…did it start, how much was real?”

 

   “Look out ahead!” yells Justin as he can see what they are not paying attention to, everything outside in the storm at night.

 

   They are all thrown about as the ship crashes into some rocks.

 

   “Everyone okay?” asks the professor.

 

  It is then that the rain starts to let up and the moon comes out revealing that they just missed the sandy beach of an island.

 

   Dan gets on the phone but there is no dial tone.

 

   “We cut the satellite feed remember.” says Justin with a laugh.

 

  “Shut it,” says Dan, “we still have the cell phones in our gear in the storeroom.”

 

  A moment later Dan returns, “I don’t get it, there isn’t any signal, we should be near Cuba or the Bahamas there is no reason…”

 

   The professor and the girls are at a loss for words looking at the ships instruments.

 

  “What it is?” asks Dan, “what’s wrong?”

 

  “The GPS..” says the professor, “it says we’re in the middle of North Ameri…and now it’s gone.”

 

    “Probably just broken, look.”

 

   He points out the window at some lights through the treeline, “a town, we can either head over there or wait until morning, I think someone should go and get help…at least we should find a way off this boat before the tide drags it back out to sea hole and all.”

 

   “There is the emergency ladder,” says Justin, “not that it matters. I mean whose going to stay with me? You know the dangerous criminal, what an old man and two women?”

 

   Justin smiles, “or you could make me go with you and hope I don’t run off.”

 

   “Run off and do what?” asks Dan, “with the clothes on your back and nothing else you won’t even be able to get off the island let alone escape.”

 

   “Well,” says Liz, “we…women, aren’t helpless you know. How about all three of you guys go, there are two guns.”

 

   She points out the two guns just sitting rather suspiciously in the open on a table as if they were paperweights, “one man goes down first, then Justin, then the other guy.”

 

 

 

   As she suggested the professor climbs down first, landing in waist deep water from the dangling ladder. He climbs up the beach and pulls out the gun. Next is Justin who is forced to stand next to the boat as Dan climbs down.

 

  “You sure you’re going to be alright?” asks Dan.

 

  “Yes,” says Liz, “look,”

 

  She points at the front, “we are totally beached see, this hunker isn’t going anywhere.”

 

  “Maybe we should all go,” says the professor, “no reason to stay behind.”

 

  Dan halfway down the ladder shouts up, “yeah, it’s too dangerous to stay on a wreaked ship.”

 

  Liz and Frankie exchange a worried look, Liz tries not to turn her head towards the tank room, its door hanging open. She can’t think of anything as Frankie looks at her quizzically, nothing that wouldn’t be highly suspicious.

 

   “Can’t argue with that,” says Liz with a shrug as they follow one by one down after Dan, Liz going last. As she descends the ladder she looks at the open tank room door down the deck, a worried expression on her face.

 

     ******

 

     As they walk through the path in the jungle Justin says, “so you ladies give yourselves to the squid yet?”

 

   “I thought I said no talking,” says Dan.

 

   “In exchange for your lives…mine too I guess…you two were supposed to go willingly to Paramalia.”

 

   He says the name with an imitation exotic tone.

 

   “It was a hallucination,” says Dan.

 

  “Oh,” says Justin, “we all had the same hallucination? Including the guy who wasn’t drugged, by a sleeping pill?”

 

 

   “Either you shut the fuck up or I shoot you,” growls Dan.

 

   Justin feigns defeat as they enter the clearing into a small thatched roof village.

 

  The huts are small, like something out of the past, however the source of the lights are large orb light bulbs near the front doors made to look like torches.

 

  “No plugs,” says Professor O’Bleck looking close at one, “battery powered, or solar powered, to go for an authentic look perhaps. This must be a private resort. We need to find the head office or the local authorities of course.”

 

   “No one is out, surely someone is up and hears us.” says Frankie

 

   “Probably peeking through some curtains,” says Liz, “would you go outside if you saw a bunch of strangers talking in a foreign language walking about outside with guns?”

 

   “This could be a problem.” says the professor, “but we had to bring him with us, couldn’t risk him getting loose and running off or getting some other weapons on the ship, no telling with cultists.”

 

   As they travel further through the silent night, only the sounds of animals in the jungle to keep them company Justin suddenly falls over.

 

  Dan kicks at his back, “Don’t even think about it, I’ve seen enough movies not to fall for this bullshit where you throw sand in my eyes and make a break for it.”

 

  The professor suddenly heaves over and coughs up blood. Dan shakes his head and is starting to turn pale.

 

  “We’ll get help.” yells out Liz grabbing Frankie by the arm who has a worried look on her face and follows close behind.

 

   As they run through the village Frankie says, “aren’t we getting help?”

 

  “You know what we have to do.” says Liz.

 

  Frankie stops in the middle of the road.

 

  “Frankie,” says Liz softly, “you saw it, their injuries were returning, its…it has to be because we left the boat and didn’t…”

 

   “I know,” says Frankie, “I just…I was hoping the professor was right you know,”

 

  She wipes a tear from her eye, “you know I’m still a virgin right?”

 

  Liz is taken back, “Uh…not to my experience.”

 

 Frankie laughs through her tears, “no…not with you, that…that was fun Liz, really. No I meant you know…with a man. I did plan to meet someone, get married, have kids someday.”

 

   Liz actually looks genuinely hurt, “Fr…Frankie I…”

 

  “I’m sorry,” says Frankie wrapping her arms around herself, “you know the college fling thing, I am a teaching student…your teaching student…I really do admire you and you are drop dead sexy and all…”

 

   Liz walks up to her and takes her head in her hands, “Frankie…I understand, but really, this isn’t the time for this conversation. I’m glad you want to be honest…I mean I knew you were Bi…but…again, not the time, if we don’t fuck the giant octopus goddess three men, pretty sure all three, are going to die….man that sounds crazy to say out loud.”

 

   Liz starts laughing and Frankie laughs with her. As they head back towards the beach someone in the hut they were standing outside of peeks through the curtain and back the way they came.

 

    ******

 

    “We…we came back the same way didn’t we?” asks Frankie.

  Here is the same beach, same rocks, only no boat, and instead on the other side is a strange structure like a temple mixed with a bungalow carved into the island so the sea flows into the building.

 

  *come to me*

 

  It is Paramalia’s voice in their heads.

 

  *come to me my priestesses*

 

    It is in their heads and coming from the building at the same time. They tentatively follow the beckoning and enter a door along a wooden platform alongside the wide seaway into the building, wide in that it is about twenty feet across from one walkway to the other. Even in the moonlight they can tell the water is crystal clear. As they enter they see that the walkway does a U-turn behind some smooth rocks arranged like a throne sticking out of the water. The both feel dizzy all of a sudden and black out.

   

    ******

 

   “Wait…*cough*,” sputters the Professor as Frankie and Liz run off.

 

  “Holy shit!” yells out Dan taking some steps back, the Professor jumps back too, as Justin quickly sinks into the sand and is gone.

 

   “By God,” says the Professor, “we…have…”

 

  Dan just shouts, “after the girls!”

 

 And they both take off, feeling better, not even remembering that they were suddenly feeling so ill, towards the village. As it comes into view they see Liz and Frankie at the far end exiting it. They see eyes, the eyes of villagers in the curtains which quickly shut as a weird fog rolls over the ground, stretching out like the tentacles of some fathomless monster. Before they know what is happening the fog swirls around them.

 

   “Professor!” yells out Dan, “Liz! Frankie!”

 

  *oomph* Dan runs into…the railing of the ship.

 

  “Dan?” asks the Professor as he trips on some rope and hits the deck, “damn…wait…what?”

 

  Their vision blurs and they pass out.

 

    ******

 

    “My head,” says Dan as he sits up in bed and looks around, Liz, Frankie, the Professor, and Justin are all in their bunks sleeping.

 

   “That was one fucked up dream,” he says as he stands up and opens the door to get some fresh air.

 

 

  He stares wide eyed at the scene before him, they are docked, and it is morning, and he has no idea where they are. It’s not the island they came from, which they would have reached by nightfall.

 

   “Good morning,” says the captain, “is everyone awake?”

 

  “Just getting up!” calls out Liz holding her head feeling like she has a hangover.

 

  “Wait…” starts Liz who shoots out of the bed and up the stairs to the deck.

 

  She just stares at the captain.

 

  “Something wrong?” he asks.

 

  “No…no,” says Liz, “just…a weird dream is all…it felt so real.”

 

  “Well,” says the captain, “when everyone is awake and dressed come to the cabin I have something to discuss with all of you.”

 

    ******

 

    In the cabin the captain says, “you probably noticed its morning, and…we aren’t where we are supposed to be. Well, last night there was a nasty storm on the way back, blew us off course. The engines burned out too, luckily the coast guard on this island picked up my emergency signal and towed us back here.

 

   “Why didn’t you wake us?” asks the Professor.

 

  “I didn’t know you slept through it,” says the captain, “I figured you were just staying out of the way, no offense.”

 

  “None taken,” says the professor, “but where are we?”

 

  “San Ilanko,” says the captain, “a small island, more a tourist trap for the wealthy than anything. If you go ashore stay close to the beach, lots of private property here by…let’s say fellows you don’t want to be on the bad side of and leave it at that okay.”

 

    As they leave the cabin Liz asks, “uh..captain, how is Pa…that creature we caught last night?”

 

 

   “Hmmm?” says the captain, “I hadn’t really thought about it with the storm and all, guess we should feed it or something, I’ll radio Hermenez and Juan to grab some clams or something why they are ashore to bring back for it.”

 

   Liz stands on the deck just looking at the door to the tank room, a cold chill down her spine.

 

  “Liz,” says Frankie startling her, “I…” she speaks timidly, “I had this dream last night…I don’t get all the symbolism…I’m not a psych major after all…but I think it means I should come clean with you,”

 

  “You have a boyfriend,” says Liz, “I know, I met him.”

 

  Frankie pauses, “yeah and,”

 

  “Paramalia,” says Liz.

 

  Frankie turns pale, “How…did I…talk in my sleep?”

 

 

  “Don’t say anything to the guys,” says Liz, “I…”

 

  She jumps back startled when she sees Hermenez and Juan talking to a fish merchant on the dock. The vision of Hermenez’ grizzly death playing in her head.

 

   “I have to see it,” says Liz walking down to the tank room door, she stands before, hand just sitting on the latch, shaking.

 

   “Liz,” says Frankie, “did…did you dream the same thing?”

 

  “That I was violated by a sea monster?” says Liz, “that those the crew was killed, that Justin shot Professor O’Bleck, that we ended up on some weird island?”

 

   Frankie is paler than before, “Liz…how…it…it was a dream right? I mean…yeah,”

 

   She turns pinker, “I mean we’ve heard of group dreams before right? We don’t understand it but, those guys are alive, the ship is here, everything…”

 

  Liz turns the latch, the sound louder than she thinks it should be and opens it to the room. Stepping inside the room is silent, save for the sound of something swimming in the tank, something big. The lid is off the tank and the controls are broken. Frankie steps in something sticky, a clear mucus like substance. The door closes behind them on its own.

 

  Back by the cabin Dan and the Professor are talking about the underwater site as they see the girls disappear down the deck into the room. Dan shakes his head remembering that dark and twisted dream and the thoughts it gave him about Liz, sure they dated one a long time ago, but to have a dream like that; even if he didn’t see anything and spent most of the dream in a hazy state; or is just remembering it that way.

 

   “Dan,” says the professor snapping him back to reality, a reality where four men they’ve never seen before have surrounded them on the deck.

 

   “Gentlemen,” says the man in a suit, “you will be coming with me, we have much to discuss and…”

 

   He and his men jump back, as do Dan and Professor O’Bleck, as the captain *screams* bloody murder out of nowhere and his body distorts, arms snapping and twisting, head snapping around, leg snapping, his eyes turn milky white, his skin shrivels, he stands as if floating, impossibly on his tippy toes. Bloody chunks rip off and vanish from his body as if being ravaged by invisible sharks and fish, water and sea weed choke from his mouth. His body falls over, dead on the deck by their feet, water running from his open mouth, nose, ears, and eye sockets, stinking of decay and the sea, his clothes drenched.

 

  “What witchcraft is this?” demands the man in the suit, “who…”

 

  Hermenez runs down the plank off the ship and screams with eyes wide open, “Noooo! No! Mighty Old One’s please, I am your servant please!”

 

  He has no time to scream in pain as his body twists and crushes down into a bloody paste, falling onto the pier and into the water with little splashes.

 

  “I…” starts the professor,

 

  “Get these men to the temple,” says the man in the suit.

 

  “Did you hear me!” he yells to his stiff legged men, “move it!”

 

  They force the two men down the plank at gunpoint. Walking past the bloody remains, the bustle of commerce at the dock gone.

 

  “Where are the women,” says the man speaking to Justin.

 

  “I…think they went to the…” Justin just stares at the door to the tank room, a chill coming over his whole body, “there…” he points to the door.

 

  “Juan..Justin,” says the man, “go…and get them…now.”

 

  As Juan leads the way he yells out as he is suddenly thrown through the air by an invisible force and smashes into the straw roof of a nearby stand.

 

  He sits up and yells out, “I lived! I lived you sea bitch! I was floating in the waves, I grabbed back onto the ship when you snatched us up onto your little island! Ha! I lived, I lived, thank the great old ones I lived!”

 

   “I…,” starts Justin, “I’m not so sure I did…”

 

  “What are you talking about?” asks the man in the suit, “Ron radioed me, said you had a deep one, he did this not twelve hours ago, then one hour ago, now he dies then Hermenez dies and Juan is over there raving like a madman, so…what is going on?”

 

    “An old one,” says Justin backing up away from the tank door towards the dock, “in there, madness…pain…death…brought back to life just to die again…”

   

     ******

 

    As all that occurs outside another scene occurs within the silent confines of the tank room, somehow the commotion outside masked within. Paramalia, her head tentacles now a near imitation of hair, shrunken down and numerous upon the back of her head, no eyebrows or eyelashes to speak of, and round nubs imitating ears. She leans her back against the far side of the tank, her elbows upon the rim, her lower body hidden in the water, her breasts bobbing on the surface. She smiles as she looks at them with her cephalopod eyes. Without pretense or words of any kind Liz walks towards the tank.

 

   “Liz!” shouts Frankie grabbing her upperarm, “what is wrong with you?”

 

  Her words come out choked, “That…that’s not a woman Liz…it’s a thing…an animal or something, remember what it looked like when it was on the diver’s hull? It…it raped you…its not like it took you out to dinner and a movie first…”

 

 

 

   She chokes out a short laugh between her tears, “and…that dream, that island, you…you were

acting the same way…why…this…this isn’t like you…and…*ow*”

 

   Frankie feels a slight stinging sensation in her neck and a small white flash of light from the corner of her eye. Something unseen splashes into the water as Paramalia shifts her weight slightly before resting again against the side of the tank. Frankie’s hand drops from Liz as she wobbles in place.

 

   Liz turns back towards Paramalia but stops as Frankie falls forward, requiring Liz to catch her in her arms and lose her balance falling to the floor. They hear a splashing as Paramalia moves across the tank and crawls over the side. Keeping her body straight and tentacles ascending and descending the side she is like a giant statue before them, which makes Liz question briefly in her mind why this room has such a high ceiling, and why isn’t the tank room below deck like it should be.

 

   Frankie is now lying back, head in Liz’s lap as Paramalia looks over them. Liz unbuttons Frankie’s blouse.

 

   “Huh?” says Frankie through dazed eyes looking up at Liz.

 

   Liz pulls the blouse free, Frankie raising her arms to help her.

 

   “find…a bed,” murmurs Frankie with a big grin for Liz.

 

  Something long and slick crawls over her pants, unfastening them and pulling them down, feeling like long tongues against her legs. Frankie looks down seeing the tentacles pulling her pants off her eyes shoot wide and tries to crawl back into Liz.

 

   Liz strokes the younger woman’s hair, “calm down Frankie, this is going to feel great, better than any sex with any man you’ve ever had.”

 

   Frankie bites her lip as the long smooth tentacle brushes over her clit and labia pushing gently against it with its slick sliding motion while pulling her panties off. Frankie despite her inner protests her legs accommodated her pants being removed and provide no resistance to her panties being pulled off. Paramalia crawls over Frankie’s waist as she had with Liz before, wrapping her tentacles around Frankie’s legs, criss-crossing her waist to hover their tips over her breasts, with another pair thinning up and wrapping around her arms. Yet another pair goes forth and moves between Frankie’s head and Liz’s lap, lifting the girl’s head. Paramalia gently lifts up Frankie’s body so Liz can back out. Liz feels a bit disappointed that this isn’t going to be a daisy chain but gets another idea as she stands and watches as Paramalia lowers Frankie to the floor. In a mere moment the suction cups are upon Frankie’s tits sucking on them with tentacles massaging them. Frankie mews softly.

 

  Liz smiles and blushes as she watches from the side now, as Frankie closes her eyes, bites her upper lip, and tries to writhe while mewing and huffing. Her breath increases her mews grow louder as they enter a rhythmic cycle. Liz knows this behavior all too well from their own time together. Frankie isn’t the type to shout or talk, she mews, she huffs, as she reaches orgasm and her body, yes, now, her body shakes all over and she lets out a huge satisfied purr of a sigh, her eyes opening wide as her head rolls back against the tentacles acting like a pillow; her body drenched in sweat.

 

   Paramalia does not get off of her, instead remains there. Liz knows what is happening, granted, and thankful Frankie’s first time with the oceanic goddess is not so filled with horror. Paramalia moves about a little and Frankie *gasps*, Paramalia is swelling her phallic tentacle as she shoots the unknown fluid into her.

 

   Liz whispers, “my turn,” and walks up behind Paramalia, minding the tentacles and Frankie’s legs as she presses her breasts into Paramalia’s back and reaches around and up to fondle her breasts. She tries to tease the nipples, finding them just for looks, slick and slippery nubs on her shining wet orbs. They are unlike any person she has ever touched, more like a sleek membrane, but the breasts are just as soft feeling as she needs them. Paramalia lowers her body slightly to give Liz a better reach, despite appearances (not much in facial expressions and certainly no blushing) she is clearly enjoying this attention to her body. Liz kisses on Paramalia’s back massaging the giantess gently with her mouth. As Frankie huffs again, rising to another orgasm, slower this time, Paramalia coils some of her tentacles up Liz’s legs, popping the suctions cups up her body like little kisses. They continue to coil up over her buttocks, around her waist and stomach wrapping her body in little kisses, and latch finally onto her tits suckling on them as they are on Frankie. Liz lets out a surprised *gasp* as it feels like little tongues are inside the suction cups licking around her areola, tiny tentacles  from inside the suction cups massage around her breasts, tiny tongue like tentacles flicking her nipples as the controlled suction pulls on her soft flesh. Liz is now wrapped up, unable to move from her spot on Paramalia’s back by the slick wonderful feeling tentacles wrapped around her body in such a loving embrace.

 

   As they kiss on and massage her body in a manner no bondage gear ever could those coiled on her legs gently pull her legs apart as she stands between Frankie’s legs.

 

  “Oh my god!” shouts out Liz into Paramalia’s back as a long slick none suction cupped tentacle shoots up and with a long licking motion parts her labia before inserting its top seven inches into her pussy. This top seven inches swells to the thickness of a large man’s penis, if only to remind Paramalia how much she can safely enter. As this phallic tentacle pumps into Liz she nearly loses her balance trying to spread her legs and just wraps her arms around Paramalia. Paramalia smiles and Frankie lets out a long moan as something brushes over her clit as it snakes out from under Paramalia, another phallic tentacle. Paramalia’s tentacles hold Liz up as this new one snakes out and while the one embedded in her pussy is still pumping away, Liz’s eyes closed in ecstasy, this one licks back and forth between her butt cheeks slicking them up with its mucus. It shrinks down as it enters her ass. Sneaking in nine inches slowly as the other one pumps away.

 

   Frankie lets out a *huh*, *huh*, *huh*, as Paramalia does the same to her, a bit more difficult on the floor requiring her to adjust the girl’s legs. As she slowly pumps these two new phallic tentacles in their asses she slowly increases their width, all the while forcing them to sweat out a slippery mucus.  Both girls are in utter euphoric heaven as they are double penetrated, the ones in the pussies alternating with the ones in the asses to provide a rubbing massage sensation on their intimate innards. Frankie’s breath comes out in small exhales, Liz is no longer yelling out as she would normally only tiny rapid yelps as she leans her head on Paramalia’s back, this new sensation, sleek tentacles binding and massaging their bodies, suction cups like a thousand mouths on almost every intimate part of their bodies, special constant attention to both tits together with licks and suction, and double penetrated by alternating super phalluses. Both women yell out together, orgasms unlike anything they have ever felt before, multiple and strong, they never want it to end. After injecting some unknown fluid into their bodies she lets up, withdrawing the phallic tentacles. Between their heavy exhausted breathing both women actually manage a slight protesting *murr*.

 

  Paramalia does not release the women instead she lifts up Liz, pressing her against her back, Liz keeps her arms wrapped around Paramalia and her head leaning against her strong warm back. As she slides to the side off of Frankie she uncurls the tentacles around her legs and lifts her off the ground pressing her against the front of her body. Liz’s arms are pressed between Paramalia and Frankie as Frankie wraps her own arms around Paramalia pinning them between her and Liz. Frankie rests her head on paramalia’s breasts exhausted from all that has happened, her mind somewhat clear as the drug wore off after the first orgasm but still cloudy thanks to such a thorough fucking. Paramalia’s hair tentacles extend down leave gentle kisses on Liz’s scalp and sides of her head with their suction cups as she also leans down and kisses Frankie’s head with her mouth. She opens her mouth, her long tentacle of a tongue swirls out down the side of Frankie’s face and licks under her chin. Frankie obediently lifts her chin exposing her neck, and smiles as Paramalia licks her and leaves her to rest her head against her bosom again.

 

   Parmalia wraps one arm around Frankie, and bending the other one in a manner that would be a distinct reminder she doesn’t have bones and the appearance of such is by her own clever shifting, wraps the other backwards around Liz. This corkscrew of tentacles like some bizarre flower with three womanly bodies wrapped inside it makes its way over to the tank and crawls back inside. The water is surprisingly warm, thanks to Paramalia manipulating the controls for tropical specimens despite having smashed the main panel earlier. She makes her way through the waist high sea water being gently pumped to maintain a circulation to the far side and turns so she is facing the door. She moves Frankie over to her left side, as she gently passes Liz around in her tentacles to her right side. She leans back into the tank, holding both women before her against her sides. She gently pushes them together, Liz and Frankie’s knees cross as their bodies come together, heads before Paramalia’s breasts. She slowly wraps her tentacles around them like a blanket. Liz and Frankie’s breasts are pressed together, their hard nipples jousting as arousal returns. Their eyes meet, a gentle smile and they kiss. Paramalia looks down and smiles as she wraps them up, as the two women embrace each and, arms around each other, legs interwoven, pressing their bodies as close together as they can. Their mouths open and their tongues wrestle in a passionate if a bit subdued manner from their somewhat tired state.

 

   The two women drift off to sleep, held in the blanket of tentacles, in the loving embrace of their new inhuman lover whose own arms have now wrapped around bother girls holding them tight. She anchors herself in this position with more of her constantly changing in numbers tentacles against the tank to keep their head and shoulders above water. She looks at the two women in her embrace and smiles while whispering, “my new priestesses…”

 

   She looks at their breasts, which have already swelled in size, “soon the milk will come,”

 

   She licks her lips, however something else is on her immortal mind as she eyes the door to this room, although her lovers were too engrossed in their otherworldly sex to notice she noticed, noticed that shortly after they began the ship had begun moving again, and was now coming to a stop.