Serifyn
Tentacle God
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Kinda want to write another Tentacle CYOA, so im going to experiment with this. This might be a short CYOA or a long one, it might have a bad end or a good end, the idea with this is that anything is possible, you could lose on the 3rd decision if you aren't careful.
the idea with this one is you are a group of 5 girls who have just escaped from a tentacle lair, you will need to act as a team, using each other's strengths in order to survive out here. There are many factors which will go into each decision and previous decisions will impact future ones. Protect your group, resist temptation, and survive the outside world long enough to escape for good.
Some key pieces of this CYOA which differ from the others.
- Core of the group which may be captured, raped or impregnated; do you try to save them at your own risk or do you abandon them and move ahead without them. Do you believe in strength in numbers or can you survive as the lone wolf?
- A changing environment with many status effects and unseen consequences; It is raining, so the cum washes off of your body, but you are not used to the chill of rain so you pair up and use another member's body heat to stay warm; or perhaps you'd prefer the warm embrace the the tentacles once more?
- Employ various techniques and tools for the job; perhaps you find a new source of food, how will you distribute it? what if someone becomes greedy? who will be put in charge of rationing out said food? what if one of your members has a problem with this and steals some? will you discipline them? how? Every interaction, tool, and technique will mold your group's competency, attitude toward one another and overall chance for survival.
Good Luck!
Tentacle Survival Adventure:
The five of you run furiously though the dense jungle, unsure of what horrors might await behind or ahead; this is a rag-tag group of girls, who escaped with their bodies but little of their sanity.
The open air feels cooler against your skin than the confines of the Tentacle Lair, almost uncomfortably so, you truly feel naked out here, but any sense of humiliation has long left you, you have been naked for decades, enduring the tentacles as they used you in which ever way pleased them.
'Stop!' one of the other girls yells from behind, you look to see she is completely exhausted with her hands on her knees and her body bend forward.
'If we don't stop moving, they will catch us' a petite girl with long black hair says.
'And if we collapse from exhaustion, they will catch us again too' The worn out lady replies, she has curly blonde hair with DD tits which still lactate uncontrollably even now.
'Yes, we should rest, theres no point continuing to run, we'll run right into more of them and be too tired to fight them.' Says a redhead with freckles and average breasts, you can see the caked dried-cum against her thighs and her own vaginal juices running down aside.
Another girl with black hair stands next to you, she is mute, but she wasn't always, not until a few years ago , she just couldn't take it anymore, you are surprised she still has a mind of her own.
You are a tall girl with pale skin and dark brown hair which was drawn into a ponytail, you would often find roots or rope and bind it yourself, the tentacles didn't seem to mind, but it reminded you of your past, your life before the day the tentacles came to your small farming village; they fucked all the women and carried them off, while simultaneously strangling all of the men, you didn't see your father and brothers die, but you saw plenty more as you were carried away; tears in your eyes and cum in your mouth, ass and pussy, it was surreal, and still hurts to think about.
Your new life began within the lair that day, you remember being bound against the warm walls of the tentacle lair, a place which seemed to breath on it's own. Countless tentacle creatures slithered through this place, choosing a girl to stick it into and then going about their way, you still had warm semen dripping out of your pussy when the first one came, you remembered fighting as much as you could as it squirmed it's way into your ass and deposited it's hot load.
After that, you struggled a little less each time, there was simply no point, the creatures like little mindless drones would fuck you, cum inside and then leave so they could rest up until they did it again. You never understood what the place was until you left it, 'The Nursery' was what the girls called it, but in truth there were many places like this where tentacles could feed, this one was simply one for tentacles aged 2 months to 1 year, after that, they get bigger and are allowed to leave the Lair and find their own prey to rape and bring back; for the good of the brood..
You had been captive at this place for many years, so many that time seemed to fade, what had it been? years? decades? Centuries? it didn't matter, you never aged a day.
There was something about the semen they force-fed to you, it would arouse and satisfy you, but it would also slow down or stop your aging process at a cellular level, in this regard, every slave the tentacles had captured would live for virtually forever, though the price for immortality was eternal rape and slavery to these hungry creatures.
You remember the day they moved you, a large tentacle creature can in and wrapped around your arms, legs and belly, then it started carrying you around, you went travelling through this place for what seemed like hours before you were placed down, the tentacle which had carried you then took you in all 3 holes, and when it left you there on the warm ground, cum was oozing out of all of them, you could only lie there exhausted and twitching, coughing up semen and swallowing the rest. When you awoke, you saw that you were not bound anymore and weakly tried to move around.
the tentacle creatures here were much fewer in number, but when they detected you, they would fiercely attack and hold you down as they raped you, soon you realized that it was better to spread your legs and invite them in, rather than struggle with the creatures. And thus this was life, you wandered for a while before giving up, too tired to fight it anymore, you let yourself become a walking meal, as you yourself dined on the cum they left behind.
Occasionally you would come across another girl, but they were usually so far gone that they just walked past you, acting quickly only when a tentacle was close, bending over and giving it up much like you did, a truly obedient slave.
It wasn't long before more girls started showing up, this time they were held to the walls like you had been, more tentacles appeared and more fucking ensued, and thus the new wing of the lair was complete.
You found yourself moved again, another tentacle came for you, and you willingly climbed atop it, accepting whatever came next, you had lost all of your will to fight, it had been at least 50 years since you had been first brought here and though your body didn't age, you mental state did.
You were brought to the true nursery of the lair, a place where Ovipositors dripped and the floors were higher than ankle deep with warm semen, the girls here all were held against the floor, their asses and pussies submerged in the cum while their bellies were enlarged, full of fresh eggs from the overhead ovipositors.
There were hundreds of girls here, each more mindless than the last, you heard the moans of pleasure from some, but for the most part, these girls would carry the eggs for a few weeks and then the newborn tentacle creatures would slither out of their pussies while they scared off into the distance; and then the process would repeat itself.
From under the pool of semen your feet, legs and thighs were held open, and your back was placed against a protuding meaty part of the wall, almost like a column, many more tentacles gripped and held around your neck, pelvis and just under your breasts, you could freely move your arms and hands, but were held in such as way that accessing your own lower orifices would be impossible.
Occasionally a tentacle would come down and fuck your face, leaving you with a fresh dose of tentacle fuel, but the real prize was your vagina.
The large ovipositor would come down and insert itself into you, and begin pumping the eggs inside, you could look down and watch as your belly got bigger and bigger and became a home for many unborn tentacles.
Occasionally a tentacle would come to you and inseminate your womb again in order to keep the eggs nice and marinated, but for the most part you simply sat there helpless, waiting for the eggs to hatch inside of you.
You felt as they hatched, there was a small popping sensation and then you would feel the little creature moving around inside of you, the shells would quickly dissipate after the creature was born, at least thats what you thought.
A few hours later, the creature would find the exit and slither out of you and immediately begin exploring the body of it's mother, most of the time the creatures would climb upward and start sucking on your breasts for milk or enter your mouth, occasionally some of them would enter your anus and hide there for days.
When all of the eggs were hatched, the process would start anew and your children would wander off and begin fucking other women, not usually other breeders however, but fresh ones.
This went on for many years, until finally, you were released.
At this point, your mind was so damaged that escape seemed like an impossibility, most days you would simply lie down on the ground and stare at a wall, wandering tentacles would come by and fuck you, leaving an ever growing pool behind.
you had no purpose, no goal, no ambition other than to take the pleasure.
But one day you found yourself being helped to your feet, not by tentacles, but by other girls, they each had their own signs of tentacle rape, one of them had cum oozing down her leg, another had the impressioned circle of the milk suckers against her large breasts, another still had a large belly; full of eggs.
you moved your legs with them, following them until the fight of day blinded your eyes, and then you left this place, and immediately felt the chill of the world once again.....
You sit down next to the other girls, the petite one of the black hair helps the mindless girl, guiding her down.
'Whats wrong with her?' the blonde asks.
'She is still in a state of shock, but it should pass in a few weeks.....or months'
'How did she make it this far?' the petite girl said, before sitting down herself
'I held her hand while we ran, i promised that i wouldn't leave her behind' the redhead said.
'Shes still got the eggs inside of her' you say, breaking your silence for the first time
'I had to rescue her from the Ovipositors, they were only able to put about 6 eggs in her before i pulled her free, im lucky i don't have 2 or 3 inside of me myself'
'Is there anything we can do?' the blonde asks, while massaging her aching breasts and squeezing more milk out
'Not really, the Ovipositor deposits the eggs directly into the womb, our hands couldn't reach up there and even if we could, the eggs are too big to pull out, plus it would hurt; alot. when the tentacles put eggs into us, we are in a state of calm, and the semen acts as a sort of painkiller.
'speaking of which.....im getting hungry' the petite girl says
'We can try to find food, but our bodies haven't had real food in a while so we might not be able to get anything out of it, we might have to find it elsewhere.' the redhead says.
'what do you mean?' the petite girl says
'This wasn't my first escape, i know there are wandering tentacles around here, as well as a kind of tentacle/plant hybrid, either of which will be our source of nourishment.'
'Why did we escape the tentacle lair in the first place if all we are going to do is go right back to eating their semen?'
'We haven't truly escaped them yet, even though we are physically out of the tentacle lair, we may not ever be able to break our mind's from their prison'
'What are you talking about?' you ask
'Look at this one here, massaging her breasts, the tentacles stimulated her for so long that she lactates at an incredible rate, i hate to say this, but the pain you feel now will only get worse, your body has grown accustomed to having the milk being drained, without the tentacle suckers to do it for you, it would build up and it will become painful....but we all have something like this'
'They never used my body like that' the petite girl says
'You will feel the void, the absence of penetration, your orifices will cry for stimulation and for the sweet release of tentacle semen upon them, you will grow mad with desire and begin sticking objects into yourself, but you won't feel any release, not until you are back within their appendages'
'Why are you telling us this? i though you wanted to escape?' the blonde says
'you can't go cold turkey, you will lose your mind, it is a gradual process which will take many months before your body returns to a state of normality, after that, you may function as a regular human again, though your mind will always be damaged, you will always desire it, but you will have to resist.'
'What do you suggest we do?' the petite girl asks
'There is only one thing we can do, we must walk a tight line between being human and being a slave, we need to capture tentacle creatures and feed from them maybe even let them fuck us, but we can't get caught again; if we do, we will become just slaves once more, this is going to take alot of patience and team work, which is why i offered for you all to come with me'
'What do you suggest we do first?'
'There are 3 things we need to do soon.' she says, before explaining
'We need to find a tentacle creature or a Tentacle plant hybrid and gather it's semen, we don't have any bottles or anything, so we might just eat it for now so we can keep ourselves from going into withdrawl'
'Next, we need to wash ourselves, we have all been captured in a Tentacle Lair for many years, and the scent of the place has built up on us, it will be easier to track us while we are dirty, additionally, if any of us ever get raped, we need to wash up as soon as possible, because otherwise it will attract alot more tentacle creatures'
'Lastly, we need some kind of tools that we can use as weapons, Tentacle creatures have all of the tools they need to bring a woman to their knees, in a way, they are the perfect predator, and we can't even attempt to fight them without weapons'
'What do you think we should do first?' she asks, looking at you.
What do you do?
A. Start looking for a Tentacle creature or Tentacle plant hybrid, you need to feed from it in order to prevent yourself from going into a withdrawl state, which will make it difficult to fight or think.
B. Look for a lake, stream or river to wash yourself off in, right now you smell like you have been fucked by tentacles for years, dried cum sticks to your bodies and it is like a beacon to powerful tentacle predators such as abductors or behemoths.
C. Fighting Tentacles without tools or weapons is almost impossible, they are like the perfect predators against women, able to attack their bodies physically and sexually and bring them to their knees, only by having weapons will you stand a chance against a powerful Tentacle creature.
the idea with this one is you are a group of 5 girls who have just escaped from a tentacle lair, you will need to act as a team, using each other's strengths in order to survive out here. There are many factors which will go into each decision and previous decisions will impact future ones. Protect your group, resist temptation, and survive the outside world long enough to escape for good.
Some key pieces of this CYOA which differ from the others.
- Core of the group which may be captured, raped or impregnated; do you try to save them at your own risk or do you abandon them and move ahead without them. Do you believe in strength in numbers or can you survive as the lone wolf?
- A changing environment with many status effects and unseen consequences; It is raining, so the cum washes off of your body, but you are not used to the chill of rain so you pair up and use another member's body heat to stay warm; or perhaps you'd prefer the warm embrace the the tentacles once more?
- Employ various techniques and tools for the job; perhaps you find a new source of food, how will you distribute it? what if someone becomes greedy? who will be put in charge of rationing out said food? what if one of your members has a problem with this and steals some? will you discipline them? how? Every interaction, tool, and technique will mold your group's competency, attitude toward one another and overall chance for survival.
Good Luck!
Tentacle Survival Adventure:
The five of you run furiously though the dense jungle, unsure of what horrors might await behind or ahead; this is a rag-tag group of girls, who escaped with their bodies but little of their sanity.
The open air feels cooler against your skin than the confines of the Tentacle Lair, almost uncomfortably so, you truly feel naked out here, but any sense of humiliation has long left you, you have been naked for decades, enduring the tentacles as they used you in which ever way pleased them.
'Stop!' one of the other girls yells from behind, you look to see she is completely exhausted with her hands on her knees and her body bend forward.
'If we don't stop moving, they will catch us' a petite girl with long black hair says.
'And if we collapse from exhaustion, they will catch us again too' The worn out lady replies, she has curly blonde hair with DD tits which still lactate uncontrollably even now.
'Yes, we should rest, theres no point continuing to run, we'll run right into more of them and be too tired to fight them.' Says a redhead with freckles and average breasts, you can see the caked dried-cum against her thighs and her own vaginal juices running down aside.
Another girl with black hair stands next to you, she is mute, but she wasn't always, not until a few years ago , she just couldn't take it anymore, you are surprised she still has a mind of her own.
You are a tall girl with pale skin and dark brown hair which was drawn into a ponytail, you would often find roots or rope and bind it yourself, the tentacles didn't seem to mind, but it reminded you of your past, your life before the day the tentacles came to your small farming village; they fucked all the women and carried them off, while simultaneously strangling all of the men, you didn't see your father and brothers die, but you saw plenty more as you were carried away; tears in your eyes and cum in your mouth, ass and pussy, it was surreal, and still hurts to think about.
Your new life began within the lair that day, you remember being bound against the warm walls of the tentacle lair, a place which seemed to breath on it's own. Countless tentacle creatures slithered through this place, choosing a girl to stick it into and then going about their way, you still had warm semen dripping out of your pussy when the first one came, you remembered fighting as much as you could as it squirmed it's way into your ass and deposited it's hot load.
After that, you struggled a little less each time, there was simply no point, the creatures like little mindless drones would fuck you, cum inside and then leave so they could rest up until they did it again. You never understood what the place was until you left it, 'The Nursery' was what the girls called it, but in truth there were many places like this where tentacles could feed, this one was simply one for tentacles aged 2 months to 1 year, after that, they get bigger and are allowed to leave the Lair and find their own prey to rape and bring back; for the good of the brood..
You had been captive at this place for many years, so many that time seemed to fade, what had it been? years? decades? Centuries? it didn't matter, you never aged a day.
There was something about the semen they force-fed to you, it would arouse and satisfy you, but it would also slow down or stop your aging process at a cellular level, in this regard, every slave the tentacles had captured would live for virtually forever, though the price for immortality was eternal rape and slavery to these hungry creatures.
You remember the day they moved you, a large tentacle creature can in and wrapped around your arms, legs and belly, then it started carrying you around, you went travelling through this place for what seemed like hours before you were placed down, the tentacle which had carried you then took you in all 3 holes, and when it left you there on the warm ground, cum was oozing out of all of them, you could only lie there exhausted and twitching, coughing up semen and swallowing the rest. When you awoke, you saw that you were not bound anymore and weakly tried to move around.
the tentacle creatures here were much fewer in number, but when they detected you, they would fiercely attack and hold you down as they raped you, soon you realized that it was better to spread your legs and invite them in, rather than struggle with the creatures. And thus this was life, you wandered for a while before giving up, too tired to fight it anymore, you let yourself become a walking meal, as you yourself dined on the cum they left behind.
Occasionally you would come across another girl, but they were usually so far gone that they just walked past you, acting quickly only when a tentacle was close, bending over and giving it up much like you did, a truly obedient slave.
It wasn't long before more girls started showing up, this time they were held to the walls like you had been, more tentacles appeared and more fucking ensued, and thus the new wing of the lair was complete.
You found yourself moved again, another tentacle came for you, and you willingly climbed atop it, accepting whatever came next, you had lost all of your will to fight, it had been at least 50 years since you had been first brought here and though your body didn't age, you mental state did.
You were brought to the true nursery of the lair, a place where Ovipositors dripped and the floors were higher than ankle deep with warm semen, the girls here all were held against the floor, their asses and pussies submerged in the cum while their bellies were enlarged, full of fresh eggs from the overhead ovipositors.
There were hundreds of girls here, each more mindless than the last, you heard the moans of pleasure from some, but for the most part, these girls would carry the eggs for a few weeks and then the newborn tentacle creatures would slither out of their pussies while they scared off into the distance; and then the process would repeat itself.
From under the pool of semen your feet, legs and thighs were held open, and your back was placed against a protuding meaty part of the wall, almost like a column, many more tentacles gripped and held around your neck, pelvis and just under your breasts, you could freely move your arms and hands, but were held in such as way that accessing your own lower orifices would be impossible.
Occasionally a tentacle would come down and fuck your face, leaving you with a fresh dose of tentacle fuel, but the real prize was your vagina.
The large ovipositor would come down and insert itself into you, and begin pumping the eggs inside, you could look down and watch as your belly got bigger and bigger and became a home for many unborn tentacles.
Occasionally a tentacle would come to you and inseminate your womb again in order to keep the eggs nice and marinated, but for the most part you simply sat there helpless, waiting for the eggs to hatch inside of you.
You felt as they hatched, there was a small popping sensation and then you would feel the little creature moving around inside of you, the shells would quickly dissipate after the creature was born, at least thats what you thought.
A few hours later, the creature would find the exit and slither out of you and immediately begin exploring the body of it's mother, most of the time the creatures would climb upward and start sucking on your breasts for milk or enter your mouth, occasionally some of them would enter your anus and hide there for days.
When all of the eggs were hatched, the process would start anew and your children would wander off and begin fucking other women, not usually other breeders however, but fresh ones.
This went on for many years, until finally, you were released.
At this point, your mind was so damaged that escape seemed like an impossibility, most days you would simply lie down on the ground and stare at a wall, wandering tentacles would come by and fuck you, leaving an ever growing pool behind.
you had no purpose, no goal, no ambition other than to take the pleasure.
But one day you found yourself being helped to your feet, not by tentacles, but by other girls, they each had their own signs of tentacle rape, one of them had cum oozing down her leg, another had the impressioned circle of the milk suckers against her large breasts, another still had a large belly; full of eggs.
you moved your legs with them, following them until the fight of day blinded your eyes, and then you left this place, and immediately felt the chill of the world once again.....
You sit down next to the other girls, the petite one of the black hair helps the mindless girl, guiding her down.
'Whats wrong with her?' the blonde asks.
'She is still in a state of shock, but it should pass in a few weeks.....or months'
'How did she make it this far?' the petite girl said, before sitting down herself
'I held her hand while we ran, i promised that i wouldn't leave her behind' the redhead said.
'Shes still got the eggs inside of her' you say, breaking your silence for the first time
'I had to rescue her from the Ovipositors, they were only able to put about 6 eggs in her before i pulled her free, im lucky i don't have 2 or 3 inside of me myself'
'Is there anything we can do?' the blonde asks, while massaging her aching breasts and squeezing more milk out
'Not really, the Ovipositor deposits the eggs directly into the womb, our hands couldn't reach up there and even if we could, the eggs are too big to pull out, plus it would hurt; alot. when the tentacles put eggs into us, we are in a state of calm, and the semen acts as a sort of painkiller.
'speaking of which.....im getting hungry' the petite girl says
'We can try to find food, but our bodies haven't had real food in a while so we might not be able to get anything out of it, we might have to find it elsewhere.' the redhead says.
'what do you mean?' the petite girl says
'This wasn't my first escape, i know there are wandering tentacles around here, as well as a kind of tentacle/plant hybrid, either of which will be our source of nourishment.'
'Why did we escape the tentacle lair in the first place if all we are going to do is go right back to eating their semen?'
'We haven't truly escaped them yet, even though we are physically out of the tentacle lair, we may not ever be able to break our mind's from their prison'
'What are you talking about?' you ask
'Look at this one here, massaging her breasts, the tentacles stimulated her for so long that she lactates at an incredible rate, i hate to say this, but the pain you feel now will only get worse, your body has grown accustomed to having the milk being drained, without the tentacle suckers to do it for you, it would build up and it will become painful....but we all have something like this'
'They never used my body like that' the petite girl says
'You will feel the void, the absence of penetration, your orifices will cry for stimulation and for the sweet release of tentacle semen upon them, you will grow mad with desire and begin sticking objects into yourself, but you won't feel any release, not until you are back within their appendages'
'Why are you telling us this? i though you wanted to escape?' the blonde says
'you can't go cold turkey, you will lose your mind, it is a gradual process which will take many months before your body returns to a state of normality, after that, you may function as a regular human again, though your mind will always be damaged, you will always desire it, but you will have to resist.'
'What do you suggest we do?' the petite girl asks
'There is only one thing we can do, we must walk a tight line between being human and being a slave, we need to capture tentacle creatures and feed from them maybe even let them fuck us, but we can't get caught again; if we do, we will become just slaves once more, this is going to take alot of patience and team work, which is why i offered for you all to come with me'
'What do you suggest we do first?'
'There are 3 things we need to do soon.' she says, before explaining
'We need to find a tentacle creature or a Tentacle plant hybrid and gather it's semen, we don't have any bottles or anything, so we might just eat it for now so we can keep ourselves from going into withdrawl'
'Next, we need to wash ourselves, we have all been captured in a Tentacle Lair for many years, and the scent of the place has built up on us, it will be easier to track us while we are dirty, additionally, if any of us ever get raped, we need to wash up as soon as possible, because otherwise it will attract alot more tentacle creatures'
'Lastly, we need some kind of tools that we can use as weapons, Tentacle creatures have all of the tools they need to bring a woman to their knees, in a way, they are the perfect predator, and we can't even attempt to fight them without weapons'
'What do you think we should do first?' she asks, looking at you.
What do you do?
A. Start looking for a Tentacle creature or Tentacle plant hybrid, you need to feed from it in order to prevent yourself from going into a withdrawl state, which will make it difficult to fight or think.
B. Look for a lake, stream or river to wash yourself off in, right now you smell like you have been fucked by tentacles for years, dried cum sticks to your bodies and it is like a beacon to powerful tentacle predators such as abductors or behemoths.
C. Fighting Tentacles without tools or weapons is almost impossible, they are like the perfect predators against women, able to attack their bodies physically and sexually and bring them to their knees, only by having weapons will you stand a chance against a powerful Tentacle creature.
