Every repost is a repost repost. By stew.

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You remember the first time you saw it: the upper body of a Spy atop a churning mass of tentacles. Not quite believing what you just witnessed, you panicked and made a hasty retreat.

He, however, did not like silly little girls intruding.

His skinnier appendages snaked through the murky water and wrapped themselves around your ankles. Pulling you back was no problem, your frame was small and light.

You pitched forward, landed on your butt, and felt yourself being steadily tugged towards him. Panicking, you blindly fired three shots into the darkness, hoping that the bullets would hit their target.

“Now, now,” Spy purred as a single tentacle swiftly plucked the gun from your hands. “Zat zing’s not a toy.”

And that was that. The screams you held back spilled loose and your legs kicked at the various stalks. You clawed at the ground, desperately trying your best to tear away from his grasp. Your head was so full of fear that it was hard to think.

Your efforts were fruitless; the iron grip around your ankles barely shifted as you struggled. Before you knew it, other appendages seized your arms and legs and held fast, tugging you deeper into the confines of the sewers.

Soon enough, the tendrils started exploring your body. Across your heaving chest and down your stomach, you felt the ice cold limbs stroking you through your soaked clothes.

Everything in you recoiled in disgust and horror. You wiggled around, thrashed your legs about, but to no avail.

“Come, now,” he leaned forward and whispered into the crook of your neck, “I won’t hurt you… I only want to have a little fun…”

As the words left his mouth, the tentacles found their way under the hem of your shirt. You heard a few stitches rips as they strained against wet cloth. Others slithered up your sides and pushed your bra away. You felt them wrap around your breasts and tweak the sensitive nubs.

You gasped and jerked back as more unbuttoned your shirt and whisked the article of clothing away. Thick tendrils propped you up as others worked on the clasp of your pants. After much difficulty, Spy opted on ripping it apart.

The tentacles left wet tracks as it brushed over your thighs. Questing their way up the smooth expanse of warm flesh, they came to a stop, resting over your hips. You stomach jerked and quivered with each move he made.

You tried to keep your legs together, but Spy was stronger and simply pulled them apart with ease.

“Stop! Don’t–!” you stopped short as you felt a tentacle trace along your back and cup your ass. He flashed you a lecherous grin and slid a particularly slick stalk across the damp, flimsy fabric of your panties.

You jolted forward on instinct, only to crash onto his sopping wet suit. Spy’s arms, the two parts of him still human, immediately wrapped around you waist.

You looked up him, eyes widened in fear and breathing erratical. A whimper you were barely aware of escaped you lips. The frantic beating of you heart pounded painfully in your ears as he gently traced invisible patterns on your cheek with a finger– a surprisingly tender gesture.

You could only watch in a paralysis of horror as his cool lips connected with your jaw and a slippery appendage firmly squeezed your breast. Tears began to well up in your eyes and, to your dismay, Spy’s cheshire grin only broaden at your suffering.

He still had that damned smile slapped across his face as he ever so slowly pulled down your underwear. Your tattered bra had long since disappeared, and now you were completely bare in front of his penetrative gaze.

At first you were too mortified and embarrassed to make any sounds, much rather move. All you wanted was to curl into a ball and die. But his plans were starkly different.

A tentacle found its way to the apex of your thighs and ran itself between your outer lips. Every now and then, it rubbed against a bundle of nerves and you felt your body warming up in spite of the circumstances.

He withdrew the tentacle, hovering directly under you and savored the tension and terror radiating from your being. He positioned it carefully, and with an inhuman ripple of strength, he viciously plunged in.

For a second you felt nothing; just the strange sensation of–

Oh god.

The pain. The pain, the burning, the agony. Your screams started up again, this time escalating sharply in volume. Your wails resounded through the empty tunnels of the sewers but to no avail. No one heard. No one came.

The one tendril grinding away inside you soon became two, then a dozen, then more and more and more. They stretched you impossibly wide, tendrils probing and prodding, and you could feel every single one of them.

They were freezing cold, sending shivers up and down your spine. They writhed inside you, caressing every inch and filling every gap. An incredibly bloated feeling gathered in your abdomen, causing a wave of nausea and feverish pain to rock your frame.

Hysterical warbles were all you could manage. Thrashing around proved to have no effect. Your limbs were bound by countless tentacles; you were ensnared in his trap. Still, you tugged at them pitifully, not quite ready to give up.

“Cease your useless protests. Here, let me give your mouth somezing better to do.”

A stalk was thrust into your mouth and roughly down your throat, muffling your cries and cutting off your oxygen. Tears ran down your cheeks and through the blur, you could see a look of utter pleasure on his face. His lips were curled into a sneer, and his eyes eagerly took in your writhing form.

The lack of air and the unbearable pain soon took its toll. Bright spots began to cloud your vision, and your lungs ached for oxygen. After what seemed like an eternity, your protests slowly died down and you hung limply as his back arched and a soft moan escaped his lips.

With a final spasm, Spy pulled out of your throat so you could breath again.


The first though on your mind was to breath, to take in giant gulps of air. You never knew air could be so satisfying. You were barely aware of the slime caked on your skin, in your hair, and in the back of your throat. You were barely aware of the bruises and aches in your body. All that mattered at the moment was air.

After that, pure misery.

The pain was back and the roar in your head was deafening. The horror and revulsion bubbled forth again. Fragments of conflicting thoughts raced through your mind. You were still trapped in his snare and still no one came to your rescue. You felt defeated, betrayed, and abandoned. Yet a part of you insisted your teammates had heard your cries and would arrive at any minute.

Without a warning, you were released back into the murky water as he retracted his tentacles. You crumpled to the ground, lifeless, and stared ahead blankly.

You didn’t seem to the notice as the monstrosity dragged you by the waist back into the inky darkness.