Saturday, April 13, 2019

Anthony & The Concrete Dungeon

This Story was created in collaboration with Tentacles Vore. The Images are theirs so please do not steal the images and claim them as your own. This story is my story and I work with Tentacles Vore to create these stories to their images.



I woke up on the floor of a concrete dungeon there were no doors or windows just a concrete box. I don’t know how I ended here or why I was there all I know I was trapped in a concrete box with no way out. I screamed for help when I heard this voice over the speaker in the room. It said I am to participate in an experiment where I would be used and abused  by the creature I was trapped with. I started to panic when he told me that and I desperately searched for a way out. 

That is when I noticed the creature oozing down the walls. It had multiple eyes and I tried staying far away from it. I couldn’t touch any of the walls for it was coming down on all sides. I tried screaming some more but that did no good I was trapped and it was slowly making its way to me on all sides. I realized that I could not avoid the creature for I have been placed with no escape route. 


As the creature slowly crawls up my body I realized that I couldn’t move. It had reattached itself to the ceiling suspending me in the air as I was trapped inside it. My shirt and pants completely dissolved minus some that clung to my body. I was now exposed alone and scared. I keep hoping to wake up from this nightmare but every time I pinch myself I realize I am actually really in this nightmare and it’s real. 

The creature inside the slime started to use its black arm tentacles and raped my exposed ass and cock. I screamed as soon as it started to rape me and a tentacle shot up my ass and out of my mouth gagging me in the process. It continued to rape me for there was nothing I could do except cry. 

Tears stained my face for there was nothing I could do except endure it. I realized I would not survive this sick game and I was a prey to be used abused and eaten for someone else’s sick pleasure. Today was my 22nd birthday and I would not get to celebrate it but this monster got to celebrate by raping and eating me. 


I just wanted to go home but I knew I would never see my parents again or my boyfriend again whom I was to marry in the fall. The monster got tired of raping me and started to digest my body. All that remained of me was my fear stricken face with a tentacle sticking out of my mouth and my legs from the socks downward.  What a way to spend my birthday but in a concrete box never to be seen again. 

When the monster dissolved the box was then opened and the captor grabbed the head and limbs to turn into a trophy. I was forever displayed with my name on the captors wall for all eternity. My family and my boyfriend would never know what had become of me. 

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