“OK, are we ready? Lets go!” Anya exclaimed as she put on her sunglasses and checked her hair in the mirror one last time. “Ready when you are beautiful.” He replied with a smile and the pair left the apartment hand in hand. The sun was, once again, hot, beautifully bright and the sky was a deep blue as the couple walked the 10 minutes it took them to reach the town square. During the walk, Anya had time to reflect on what had happened to her in the 3 days since they had arrived in the town. How completely wrapped up in the incredibly sensual feelings that had coursed through her body and mind since they walked into their apartment. All of the bizarre dreams and visions she had in her mind. She looked at Daz who was smiling back and decided that she would put more focus on him from now on. But there was something in the back of her mind that was still curious to find out the mysteries of this mesmerizing place. The place that had completely awakened feelings in her body that she didn’t know she could feel. Arriving at the square the pair stopped and took in all of the sites and sounds. It must have been market day as there were stalls and street food being prepared. The smells were delicious. People were shoulder to shoulder, it was busy with thousands of people, they had never seen anything like this. The pair took one look at each other, chuckled and both said; “Well, lets do this!” And jumped into the crowd, holding hands so tightly so as not to lose one another. “There were a couple of shops I wanted to go back to in a side street in that corner.” Anya called. “OK, I’ll head that way.” Daz replied as he nodded and headed for the corner of the square. Towards the edge of the square the crowd diminished slightly and the couple were relieved to reach some open space. “Wow, that’s busy!” Anya laughed. “You’re telling me.” Daz replied and Anya led them both down the side street. After about 15 metres they arrived at the shop Anya wanted to visit. Of all the shops they looked around the previous day, this was the one she wanted to go back to, the only thing was, she had absolutely no reason why. As the pair entered the shop, it was cooler. The place was full of bags, some shoes and various pottery items. The walls and floor were all stone which added to the coolness. The shop was quite cluttered and there were little rooms that led off of the main shop floor, those too filled with bags and shoes. The pair explored one of the rooms off to the side and Anya spotted a pair of sandals that stood out. She asked for her size and the petite woman walk off for about a minute before returning with a smile and a new box containing the pair she wanted. Anya sat on a stool that was provided and removed the white, Converse pump from her right foot. She thought shorts and pumps were the clothing of choice today, with a vest top so hopefully, she could catch some sun on her arms. She slid her slender foot into the sandal and stood up. “What do you think babe? They look ok?” She asked Daz. “Babe, they look perfect,” He said and then leaned in to whisper, “and really quite sexy!” Anya looked at him, a smile etched across her face as she knew these sandals would set his pulse racing. “OK, great. Here, can you box these back up while I put my shoe back on?” She handed Daz the sandals to put back in the box. “OK, I will go pay.” He replied and walked off to the woman at the counter. Anya reached down to pick up her pump when she felt something run slowly up her soft sole. Something wet, smooth and warm. She gasped, her eyes wide open, hand on her chest as the touch continued. Her toes started to tingle. She couldn’t move. She flexed her toes to feel the wetness between her toes and as she did, she felt the spark hit her, just like in the dreams. “No, this can’t be happening.” She whispered to herself. Then, instead of putting her shoe back on, she pressed her bare toe onto the back of her left shoe and slid her other foot out. She immediately offered it up to where the touch happened before. Sure enough, something slid across her soft, smooth sole and gave her the same feelings she felt from her right foot. Sitting back down onto the stool she heard a low, vibrating moan from the floor which her body absorbed so exquisitely. “This cannot be fucking happening.” She again said to herself, unable to stop and pull herself away. The sensations were too good. Unbeknown to Anya, behind her the monster was rising up. Her eyes were closed, hand on her neck, it felt beautiful. It was time! Anya was commanded to open her eyes. Felt good to obey. She opened her eyes, she turned, looked up and there, in plain sight, no dream, no fantasy, were those eyes. Those yellow burning, seductive, erotic eyes burrowing into her head. She stood, blinked slowly as she continued to be mesmerized by the creature, totally consumed by the power. Pulses were coursing through her body, making it irresistible. Something communicated with Anya, she nodded at the eyes, slipped her pumps back on her sodden feet and followed the creature out of the side door and into the street. “Anya?” Daz said as he returned to where she had been. He could see the fabric of the door cover still moving and it was wet with some kind of fluid. He raced over and peered out to see Anya disappearing into the crowd. “ANYA!” He shouted but she didn’t turn around, didn’t stop, just followed this dark shadow. Daz ran out, frantically trying to make his way through the crowd. He pushed and barged his way through. Just as he thought he was catching up another group of people obscured his path. “ANYA!” He kept shouting, the crowd seemed to be parting for the black shadow and Anya but it looked hideous, why were people not shouting, screaming, panicking? It was as if it was accepted. “ANYA!” He shouted again. This time she turned around, looked him straight in the eye and smiled a content, sexual, seductive smile that confused Daz. He continued to battle his way through the crowd, trying to keep them in sight but they were becoming further away. They were headed across the square. All Daz could do was keep them in vision and see where he was taking her. Anya drifted, the feelings coursing through her were immense, pleasurable. She felt on a high. She felt the same as in her dream. The sexual feelings hitting her were paralysing. She was so turned on, so wet, she wanted to follow. She looked at people either side of her as they made their way through the crowd, some looked at her so sensually, some with smiles, she just continued to follow this beast to its lair! Daz was losing hope and could only just see the couple heading towards the guest house where Anya had her episode the day before. “What the fuck is going on?” Daz said to himself as the panic started to set in. Pushing and barging, he continued through the crowd as he watched Anya and her captor disappear into the guest house. Anya followed the monster willingly, not wanting this feeling to end, it was as if she was back in her dream. She wanted to cum, to give herself up to him. The monster drew her down to the stone steps that led down to the cellar. Throughout their journey across the square the monster had continued to touch Anya with its tentacle. A touch that would hypnotize her to following him and the promise of the huge climax that both Anya and the monster craved so much. For when Anya experienced this orgasm, she would succumb to the monster and be possessed to live for eternity as its evil accomplice. Daz battered his way across the white hot town square, through the sea of bodies between him and his love. He was now only metres from the guest house. He needed to save Anya from this strange turn of events that had taken over the lover’s dream holiday. When Anya and the unstoppable creature reached the bottom of the steps, Anya realized that this was what she dreamed about last night. The creaking door as the monster opened it was a familiar sound from her night time experience. The monster led her into the cellar and broke away while Anya stood there, at one end of the stone casket.  The creature slopped and slurped its way into the casket but it was still large enough to be at eye level with her, those bright yellow eyes never breaking eye contact with Anya’s. Behind her, the door of the cellar slammed shut. Anya hardly heard the crash as the monster started to communicate with her once more, deep into her mind. Anya nodded toward the monster and again, pushed the toe of one foot onto the heel of the other and slid off her pumps. The feelings were so good, the voice in her head sounded comforting but so powerful that it felt good to do what it was telling her to do. She crossed her hands and grabbed the bottom of her vest to lift it up and over her head. She reached around to flick open her bra and let the straps fall down her arms and off of her body, onto the floor next to her perfect, bare feet. The sensations grew, she felt so turned on, she could feel her wetness as her thumbs pushed into the elastic at the side of her shorts and pushed them down, with her soaking wet panties over her hips, past her thighs and onto the floor. Her breathing was heavy, she felt amazing, her body was on fire, and ready, totally ready! Daz had reached the entrance to the guest house. On the floor, the old man lay, lifeless in front of his desk. There was a yellow glow coming from the archway behind the desk so Daz followed it. He looked down and there were steps that led down to a doorway from where the glowing, yellow light was pulsing. He slowly started down the steps until he heard Anya! That unmistakable, sensual moan that tore through Daz’s mind. “NO!” He screamed as he raced down the steps to the door at the bottom. Anya, now naked, aroused and at the mercy of the monster, felt tentacles wrap themselves around her ankles, 2 more then wrapped around her arms, finally, one wrapped itself around her neck. The sensations were incredible and Anya let out a moan of exquisite pleasure. It had complete control of her. BANG, BANG, BANG! Daz had tried opening the door but it was either jammed or locked, he couldn’t open it so he hammered as hard as he could. “ANYA, BABY, ARE YOU IN THERE? ANYA?” He shouted at the very top of his voice. Anya heard a noise. The sound of the door being hit and shouting. Her mind was foggy, she could only concentrate on what was happening to her, enjoying the sensations. “ANYA, LISTEN TO ME, IF YOU ARE IN THERE YOU NEED TO COME OUT!” Daz continued. Anya was starting to hear voices, Daz, her man, her lover! It was Daz! “ANYA, BABY, LISTEN, I LOVE YOU BABY. COME ON, LETS GO HOME.” Daz shouted in despair. DAZ! It was Daz. Anya started to have the realization of what she was doing. “AH, baby, I am here, help me, I can’t move.” She said BANG, BANG. Daz kept hammering the door but to no avail. He could make out between the gaps in the old, worn wood of the door shapes and as he pushed his eye up to the gap, he saw his worst nightmare. His naked love being held by something. It was both extremely erotic and completely heart crushing at the same time. BANG, BANG! He continued to hammer the door but it defied its age and stayed intact and strong. “Daz, help me baby, it wants me.” Anya cried as the sensations carried on drifting through her body. “Fuck you piece if shit, you will never have me, I will never give in to you.” She shrieked as she started to struggle. At that point the tentacles started to raise Anya up off of the floor and suspended her in the air, half on her back. She was still wet, and incredibly turned on but knew she had to get away. She struggled more. “Let me go, you aren’t having me, you never will, I will never surrender to you.” She screamed at the monster, even her saying those words turned her on even more. The yellow eyes grew stronger. Anya had the strength to close her eyes. That made it easier for her to think straight. “Daz, are you there baby? Help me, this monster isn’t stopping.” She shouted “Baby, I am here, I can’t get in. Listen to me, be strong, do not give in, I will get in.” He shouted back as he continued to throw everything he had into breaking the door. Anya was getting stronger, she struggled. “Just get off of me, you hideous piece of shit.” She yelled. At that moment, the creature let our a deep, guttural moan that vibrated across the dank, dark room, but mainly through Anya. She closed her eyes, that felt amazing. She moaned, totally against what her mind was yelling at her but the sensations of absorbing that moan were incredible. “Fuck!” She yelled as the immense feeling was undeniable. “Baby, whats happening?” Daz yelled. “Baby, that felt fucking good! Get your ass in here and do something will you?” She shouted back at him. Again, Daz was hammering the door, his arms were cut where he had tried to break the door. Anya’s resolve was strong and she regained focused to fight once more, fight against these beautiful shackles around her body, fight against the erotic, sensual sensations coursing through her willing body. “No, fuck, you will not have me, never.” She cried out. Then the monster started to stir in its casket, it started to open Anya up and out of the casket appeared a deep scarlet tentacle, it was pulsing, dripping. It had bumps all around it and crept towards Anya. She felt her legs being pulled apart and gasped. She opened her eyes, the yellow balls of fire had disappeared and she looked down to see the red tentacle coming at her. “No, fuck no. Daz, please baby do something.” She cried in desperation. The tentacle was unforgiving. Anya looked at it with so much dread and so much want and desire at the same time. Closer, closer it got to Anya. “Fuck no please.” She whispered to herself. The tentacle reached her wet, dripping opening and slowly pushed itself into Anya. “AAARRRGHHH, fuck that’s good!” She moaned. Daz could hear this and his banging became even more frantic. “Whats happening baby?” He shouted. “Oh Daz, Oh Daz baby, its…….its fucking me!” She confessed as her body was racked with pleasure. The tentacle immediately knew how to fuck Anya, its like it knew her on another level. Anya knew she had to fight. “You aren’t going to take me, you vile fuck. Just cos you make me feel this fucking good.” She cursed as it continued to corrupt Daz’s love. Anya screamed and fought against her shackles until another low, guttural, vibration of a moan hit Anya. It was relentless and she was starting to wonder if she could take much more. It felt so good as the vibrations coursed through her. “Daz baby, It won’t take me but you need to get in here now.” She shouted. Daz had rushed up the steps to find something to break the door with. He looked over and there was an axe in a fire case on the wall. He smashed the glass and grabbed the axe in his bloody hands. The tentacle started fucking Anya harder, faster. She was starting to feel her stomach tingling, it was building. “Oh fuck no, don’t cum Anya.” She said to herself. Then she heard Daz hammer the door with the axe. Wood was flying around the room as he frantically tried to break the door down. Another guttural moan vibrated through Anya’s body. She moaned as the sensations started to take over again. She had to fight. She didn’t think she could take another one of those deep, sensual moans that emanated from the monster. Suddenly, 2 more tentacles reached up and immediately latched on to her breasts. Her nipples disappeared into the tentacle’s tip where hundreds of minute suckers started to pound her hard, sensitive buttons. It was all Anya wanted, it felt amazing and elevated her even closer to her climax. The door was being torn to pieces, but it was staying firm. Daz could now see in the room and his heart broke a million times at the sight of his love. “Daz, fucking help me please.” She cried out. The door was giving way, finally. “Daz, oh fuck.” Anya moaned. Another deep, guttural, senual moan erupted from the monster. Then the eyes illuminated yellow again. The vibrations hit Anya once more. Everything slowed, the eyes caught hers and sent her spiralling. “Daz, oh fuck, Daz I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna give in, its so good, it wants me. Help, fuck.” She moaned so erotically as the sensations became too much. “Daz, he’s making me cum. Feels………fucking…..amazing!! Aarrghhhh yes!” She cried out as she crashed over the edge of her massive orgasm and Daz beat down the last piece of the door. But all he could do was watch, open mouthed, axe in hand, as Anya body spasmed, moaned, flinched and, after a while, started to grind itself on the phallic tentacle that was loving her. Her body took in the deep sensation of the incredible orgasm that was racking her body. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure was being administered by this beast that was inside Anya. She moaned so exquisitely as she started to ride the tentacle invading her. She had given the tentacle what it needed, and what she eventually wanted. But now it started to pierce her mind. Daz watched as his cock hardened, it was the most erotic and heart breaking thing he had ever seen. Still fucking the tentacle, Anya’s body was slowly turn around. It was rhythmically moving with the tentacle still sliding in and out of her, putting her in a state of perpetual orgasm. She continued to moan, gasp, inhale deeply and curse as the monster went to work on her mind. Anya felt on a permanent high, This was, by far the best orgasmic, sensual experience she had ever had. She was falling deeper and deeper into the comforting embrace of the monster. It felt so good, she would do anything, all she could think about was the monster and its irresistible tentacles. The monster had turned Anya around, so she was facing Daz. He could see everything. Her engorged pussy pulsing time and time again as she orgasmed over and over. The tentacles working hard on her nipples. Her perfect soles, glistening at him as her toes curled and flexed. Her moans pierced into Daz’s soul. They were the best sound he had ever heard but this time, here, they were on another deep, sinister level. He still had a chance to save her. Anya started to be lowered by the tentacles into the casket. She was on her back, glistening with sweat but as she was lowered, her body finally rested on the bed of writhing, slurping, wet tentacles. They started to cover her, wrapping themselves around her legs, around her torso. Again she was brought to orgasm as her body shook, again her head fell back onto the monster as she moaned so sweetly in ecstasy. Then, her moans started to get deeper, her breathing was more relaxed. Something new was happening. Her shiny, soaked body was becoming limp as the tentacles withdrew from her. Laying naked, still, in the casket, on the tentacle monster, Anya began to make the low moan faintly. The creature was communicating with her again. The whole cellar was silent, calm. Daz was frozen, something had chained him to the spot, paralyzed to move. Then, Anya to a massive intake of breath, arched her back and opened her eyes. She looked straight at Daz. They were glowing, yellow. She had been possessed by this monster. She continued to look at Daz, then gave an evil, contented smile as her hands started to caress her wet, gleaming body as she lay with the monster. Never breaking eye contact, she grabbed a tentacles and brought it up to her neck, along her chin and took it into her mouth. She sucked and licked it so erotically. Daz wanted to turn away but his body wouldn’t let him. Anya’s hands moved down her torso, between her legs as she started to rub her fingers across her clit. She moaned. That always got Daz, her moan. It was insatiable! Daz felt the force holding him diminish slightly, he could move his hands, now his head. Slowly his legs could move and as soon as he was able he leapt over for the axe. He managed to grab it with 2 hands an raise it above his head. Go for the eyes, his conscience was telling him. They were burning, piercing eyes that were to preoccupied with his love, yes, his! His anger built and he swung the fire axe, plunging it deep into one of the monster’s eyes. “AAAARGGHHHH you ugly piece of shit!” He shouted as the monster let out a deep, guttural moan. Anya screamed and jerked as the monster writhed. He swung again, this time in the other eye. Again a massive moan. He withdrew the axe and plunged it down again and again in a rage so deep. The monster’s head was giving in to the axe but Daz didn’t stop. Anya’s body lay there, lifeless in the casket as the realization that he had killed the beast set in with Daz and he came to his senses. “Anya!” He cried as he leapt towards her. He slid his hands under her back and legs and lifted her up, out of the casket. He rested her on  the floor and cradled her as he tried to wake her. “Baby, come on, wake up, you have to wake up!” He demanded. Anya’s head moved, then a small cough. Then, absolute panic as she regained full consciousness. Daz tried to calm her as she struggled to gain composure. When she had realized it was Daz, she grabbed his arm tight and didn’t let go. After a few minutes, Daz walked Anya up and out of the cellar. He ran to one of the guest rooms and managed to find a white sheet to wrap Anya’s wet, naked body in. As they walked out of the guest house they realized that the square was empty, and it was dark. The moon shone brightly as the pair crept wearily, wrapped in each others arms, back to the hotel. Anya sat on the bed in the apartment, contemplating what had just happened to her. She had descended past any point of arousal that she had ever felt. She couldn’t deny that it was an incredible experience but the darkness of what happened after she was brought to orgasm by the creature scared her. She would have been locked for eternity with it. Daz ran a bath for Anya and she sat, for over an hour, in the hot, steaming water, cleansing herself of the experience in the cellar.  The last few days had been an awakening for Anya sexually. She had experienced feelings so much deeper than she could have ever imagined and that stirred something inside her. She would always have that experience to help her when she needed to relax! THE END!